Harry snuffles softly and I know he’s finally asleep. I look up, expecting Gabriel to be on his phone orsomething, and am surprised to find him staring intently at Harry.
“He’s asleep,” I say.
“Okay. Put him to bed and we can go talk in my office.”
I instinctively hug Harry closer to my chest. “Absolutely not,” I reply, affronted. “You’re crazy if youthink I’m going to leave him unprotected after what just happened.”
Gabriel’s expression flickers, as though my comment stung. “He was protected before. They didn’tget to him.”
“Where were the guards when I showed up in his room?” I volley back. “As I remember it, the onlypeople in there were a screaming baby and a terrified nanny.”
He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. “Will you just come to my office? You can bring Har
