Gabriel's Rapture (Gabriel's Inferno 2)
Julia smiled up into her father’s face, and he leaned over and ruffled her hair.
“I’d like to swing by Deb’s place to talk to her about what just happened. She needs to explain to her daughter how to behave in public. Why don’t you phone that boyfriend of yours and ask him to pick you up? I’ll see you at Richard’s house later on.”
Julia agreed and wiped her tears away. She didn’t want Gabriel to see her crying.
“I love you, Dad.”
Tom cleared his throat roughly, without looking at her. “Me too. Now finish your doughnut before Diane starts changing us rent.”
Chapter 8
Gabriel was only too glad to cut his Christmas shopping short. When he and Richard arrived at the restaurant, they walked over to the counter to join the Mitchells.
Julia stood up and hugged Gabriel tightly.
“What happened?” He frowned. “You’ve been crying.”
“It’s just the Christmas blues.” Julia noticed uncomfortably that some of the restaurant patrons were still staring.
“What Christmas blues?”
“I’ll tell you later.” She began to tug him toward the door.
Richard took a moment to greet Tom, and while the two old friends were talking, Gabriel gently swept Julia’s hair behind her ear in order to whisper something sweet.
A sudden flash caught Richard’s attention—Grace’s earrings. Clearly, he’d underestimated his son’s new relationship. He knew that Grace would be happy that their son gave her earrings to Julia. Grace loved Julia liked a daughter and always considered her part of their family. Perhaps someday Gabriel would make Julia part of their family officially…
Gabriel and Tom exchanged polite greetings, and Gabriel picked up Julia’s Christmas gift from Paul. To his credit, he resisted the urge to say something snide and carried the box without comment.
As the trio approached the door, Officer Roberts walked in. She was wearing her uniform.
“Hello, Jamie.” Gabriel smiled, but his body tensed.
“Hi, Gabriel. Home for Christmas?”
“That’s right.”
She greeted Julia and Richard, and turned back to Gabriel, noticing the way Julia’s arm was tucked into his elbow.
“You look good. You look happy.”
“Thank you. I am.” He smiled genuinely.
Jamie nodded. “I’m happy for you. Merry Christmas.”
Julia and Gabriel thanked her and quietly exited the restaurant, reflecting privately on the way forgiveness made certain burdens lighter.
As they walked through the front door of the Clark house, Gabriel was plotting with Richard to enjoy Scotch and cigars on the patio. Julia was still feeling a little shell-shocked from her confrontation with Natalie, but she was so relieved to be home that she pushed all thoughts of her afternoon aside. She disappeared into the living room while Gabriel and Richard hung up their coats.
“Sweetheart? Can I take your jacket?” Gabriel called. When she didn’t answer, he followed her.
His next question died in his throat as he skidded to a stop. His beloved Julianne was frozen like a statue, staring at a woman who was sitting in the living room with Aaron and Rachel. Instinctively, Gabriel gripped Julia’s waist and drew her backward to his chest.
He watched as the woman rose gracefully from her seat and floated over to them. She moved like a ballerina or a princess, a subtle air of old money clinging like perfume to her every movement.
She was tall, almost the same height as Gabriel, with long, straight blond hair and large, ice-blue eyes. Her skin was flawless, and she was model thin except for her generous and perfect br**sts. She wore knee-high black suede stiletto boots, a black wool pencil skirt, and a pale blue cashmere sweater that hung provocatively off of her alabaster shoulders.
She was beautiful. And imperious. She took one look at the way Julia was tucked under Gabriel’s arm and arched her back like a Russian blue cat.
“Gabriel, darling. I’ve missed you!” Her voice was rich and clear, with just a hint of a British accent. She embraced him tightly.
Julia wriggled away from them, none too keen to engage in a group hug.
“What are you doing here?” A myriad of emotions flashed across Gabriel’s face as she pressed her full pink lips to both of his cheeks.
She kissed him slowly, oozing sensuality. To add insult to injury, she wiped her lipstick stain from his skin, chuckling softly as if it were a private joke.
His eyes fled to Julia’s, and she returned his gaze, eyes tinged with disappointment.
Before he could say anything, Richard cleared his throat and stepped forward. She brushed his proffered hand aside and hugged him.
“Richard. A pleasure as always. I was so sorry to hear about Grace.”
He graciously accepted her embrace and walked over to Julia to assist her with her coat. After he’d hung it up, he quietly persuaded Aaron and Rachel to join him in the kitchen, denying Paulina her audience.
“I didn’t know you had two sisters.” She acknowledged Julia’s existence with a frosty smile. She towered over Julia, who was wearing plain flat shoes, jeans, and a black cardigan. Beside her, Julia felt dowdy and small.
“I have only one sister and you know it,” Gabriel snapped. “Why are you here?”
Julia came to herself and bravely extended her hand, before Gabriel made a scene. “I’m Julia. We spoke on the phone.”
Paulina kept a tight rein on her facial expression, but Julia saw what she was attempting to conceal—the cold flames of resentment.
“Really?” she laughed artfully. “Surely you can’t expect me to keep track of all the girls who’ve answered Gabriel’s phone over the years. Unless you were one of the girls I spoke with when I interrupted a ménage? Remember that night, Gabriel?”
Julia withdrew her hand as if she’d been smacked.
“I expect an answer to my question,” Gabriel spoke, his voice stiff and cold as a frozen lake. “Why are you here?”
Julia tried to step away. The verbal picture Paulina had painted repulsed her, and she wasn’t sure she could stomach the answer, whatever it might be. Gabriel caught Julia’s arm, pleading with her with his eyes not to flee.
“I came to see you, of course. You wouldn’t return my calls, and Carson said that you’d be with your family.” Paulina sounded irritated.
“Are you on your way to Minnesota?”
“You know my parents don’t speak to me. Anyway, Gabriel, I need to talk to you.” She gave Julia a venomous look. “Alone.”
Gabriel was conscious of the fact that the kitchen was still within hearing range of the living room. He took a step closer to Paulina, his voice hovering above a whisper.
“Allow me to remind you that you are a guest. I won’t tolerate your disrespect for anyone, especially Julianne. Do you understand?”
“You never treated me like a guest when you were in my mouth,” Paulina muttered, eyes flashing.
Julia inhaled sharply, her stomach rolling. If she’d met Paulina a few weeks ago, the encounter would have been awkward and uncomfortable. But meeting her now, after having spent hours in Gabriel’s bed, was incredibly painful.
Paulina knew what it was like to be intimate with him. She knew his sounds, his smell, the look on his face when he climaxed. She was taller, more sophisticated, and far more beautiful. And it was clear that unlike Julia, she had no hesitation about performing o**l s*x. Furthermore, and far more damaging, she’d created a child with Gabriel, something he was now unable to do with anyone else.
Julia tore herself from Gabriel’s grasp, turning her back on the former lovers. She knew it would be better if she and he maintained a united front. She also knew it would be better to stand her ground rather than retreat. But her spirit had taken a beating at Kinfolks restaurant, and she no longer had the energy to fight. Emotionally exhausted, she shuffled up the stairs without a backward glance.
Gabriel watched her walk away, and he felt his heart plummet to the soles of his feet. He wanted to go after her, but there was no way he was going to leave Paulina alone with his father and sister. He excused himself for a moment, disappearing into the kitchen to tell Rachel that Julia had fallen ill and to ask if she would check on her.
Rachel climbed the staircase and found Julia exiting the washroom on the second floor. “Are you all right?”
“No. I need to lie down.”
When Rachel obligingly opened the door to Gabriel’s old room, Julia disdained it and walked across the hall to enter the guest room. Rachel watched as her friend slowly removed her shoes, placing them on the rug next to the bed.
“Can I get you an aspirin or something?”
“No. I just need to rest.”
“Who is that woman? And why is she here?”
Julia spoke through clenched teeth. “You need to ask your brother.”
Rachel’s hand tightened on the doorknob. “I will. But the fact that I don’t know who she is tells me something. She can’t have been very important if Gabriel never brought her home.” She turned to leave. “That should tell you something too.”
Julia reclined on the bed, hoping that sleep would take her quickly.
* * *
Gabriel walked into the kitchen three hours later and found Aaron and Rachel engaged in an argument over the correct way to make Grace’s famous chicken Kiev.