“No, you can come in. The hall is freezing. Just hang out in the living room.” “Do you want to text your assistant?” he asks as I open the door, an arm out to usher him in. “What?” “Your assistant. Do you want to text her? Tell her I’m coming in for a moment?” “Why would I do that?” I stare at him in confusion. Why would I tell Gabi he’s here? “For your safety, sweetheart. A strange man, a date in your apartment? Even for just a moment, that’s a risk.” I stare at him, floored by the thought he would think about that when I didn’t.
