Chapter 71: The Trap Is Set
When Diane woke up the next morning, the discomfort in her aching back and between her legs made her grit her teeth a little.
"Why am I like this…?" She muttered to herself while looking in the mirror.
She needed to go to the office, but felt too tired to be walking now.
"I guess, I could take today off?" Diane mumbled again.
The freshly brewed coffee suppressed the air, but Diane barely noticed.
She was by the counter, fingers gripped her mug a little too tightly, her eyes somehow weirdly fixed on the steaming liquid inside.
She could feel Gabriel near her before he even spoke.
"You're unusually quiet," he mused, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
He leaned against the counter, watching her with a smile.
Diane didn't look at him. "I'm always quiet in the morning."
Gabriel chuckled. "No, you're grumpy in the morning. This is different."
'Damn him.'
She kept her focus on her mug. "There's a camping event coming up."
