Gabriel's Angel Quotes

“against her breast. He was already gaining weight. Healthy, the doctor in Colorado Springs had said. Sound as a dollar. And the tag on his little wristband had read Michael Monroe Bradley. Who was Michael? she wondered. Gabe’s Michael. She hadn’t asked, but knew that the name, the person, was important. “You’re Michael now,” she murmured as the baby began to doze at her breast. Later she laid him on the bed, surrounding him with pillows though she knew he couldn’t roll yet. Going to her suitcase, she took out her hairbrush. It was silly, of course, to feel compelled to leave some mark of herself on the room. But she set the brush on Gabe’s bureau before she left. She found him downstairs, in a dark-paneled library with soft gray carpet. Because he was on the phone, she started to back out, but he waved her in and continued to talk. “The paintings should be here by the end of the week. Yes, I’m back in harness again. I haven’t decided. You take a look first. No, I’m going to be tied up here for a few days, thanks anyway. I’ll let you know.” He hung up, then glanced at Laura. “Michael?” “He’s asleep. I know there hasn’t been time, but he’s going to need his own bed. I thought I could run out and buy something if you could watch him for a little while.” “Don’t worry about it. My parents are coming over soon.” “Oh.” He sat on the edge of the desk and frowned at her. “They’re not monsters, Laura.” “Of course not, it’s just that . . . It seems we’re so out in the open,” she blurted out. “The more people who know about Michael, the more dangerous it is.” “You can’t keep him in a glass bubble. I thought you trusted me.” “I did. I do,” she amended quickly, but not quickly enough. “Did,” Gabe repeated.”
― Nora Roberts, Gabriel's Angel