"Not convenient."
Before Gabriel could finish, Madeline had already walked into the living room.
He watched her sit down and pick up the kettle as if she were in her own home, and he suddenly smiled slightly.
"Is Miss Hartwell here to apologize?"
He took the kettle from her hand.
He poured hot water, dropped in a tea bag, and set the lid on.
Madeline leaned back on the sofa and looked around. "What do I have to apologize for? But Mr. Crane, how is it that your home looks exactly like you?"
What am I like?
"As if you have no interests besides taking cases."
Gabriel paused, staring at her bright face, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I have other interests. You just haven't discovered them yet."
She turned and met his deep gaze. She smiled. "Your hobby isn't being a getaway driver, is it
