"I'm supposed to go to Brooklyn today." Gael glanced at the window. It wasn't snowing, but he bet there were a few inches of snow on the ground. He checked his phone for news for a bit, and it was dangerous to drive today. The streets would get cleared, but he thought it would be better to call his father instead of going over.
He turned to Angela. "I'll just work from here for a few hours. You don't mind. Do you?"
"Of course not." She shook her head. "I have some reading and emails to catch up on anyway."
"Okay. I'll go make us some breakfast." He sat up and started to move away, only to be stopped when she held his arm. She bit her bottom lip, looking hesitant for whatever she wanted to tell him. "What is it?" he asked.
She swallowed, keeping her gaze low instead of looking at him. "Aren't you going to ask me? You know… About last night—er, I mean at dawn…in the kitchen?"
