Angela's face became pale. Clearly, whatever this was shocked her. She hadn't moved an inch since she told Gael that her ex had found her—whatever that meant. Did that bastard send those roses?
Gael wanted to wait until she came to her senses, but he got impatient with the nagging silence. Pulling her out of her trance, he slipped a finger under her chin and lifted it so she would meet his eyes. When she shifted her gaze to his, he asked, "Angel. What are you talking about? Who are you hiding from?"
He knew that she heard him because her throat bobbed as if she was contemplating whether to spill or not. Perhaps the words she said earlier weren't intentional, but she already started it. There was no way that he would let it go just like that without her telling him more.
