The Raven (The Florentine 1)

“Yes, I count myself lucky. Enjoy your evening.” With a stiff nod, Gabriel moved away, still gripping Julia’s hand.

She was puzzled by Gabriel’s behavior but elected not to ask him about it until they reached the opposite end of the gallery.

“Who was that?”

“I have no idea, but stay away from him.” Gabriel was visibly agitated, and he passed a hand over his mouth.

“Why? What’s going on?” Julia stopped, facing him.

“I don’t know.” Gabriel’s eyes were sincere. “But there’s something about him. Promise me you’ll stay away.”

Julia laughed, the sound echoing across the gallery. “He’s a bit odd, but he seemed nice.”

“Pit bulls are nice until you put your hand in their cage. If he moves in your direction, turn around and walk away. Promise me.” Gabriel dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Of course. But what’s the matter? Have you met him before?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure. I didn’t like how he was looking at you. His eyes could have burned holes in your dress.”

“It’s a good thing I have Superman to protect me.” Julia kissed her husband firmly. “I promise to avoid him and all the other handsome men here.”

“You think he’s handsome?” Gabriel glared at her.

“Handsome the way a work of art is handsome, not the way you are. And if you kiss me now, I’ll forget him entirely.”

Gabriel leaned forward and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers before pressing their lips together.