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I huff. “That’s not going to work. I’m his primary caregiver. He…” I grit my teeth.
“Has cancer. Yes, I’m aware. Stage two lung.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“He told me.”
I gape. My dad is a pretty private person. And he met Gabriel once, for like four minutes.
“Bullshit. There’s no way. What did you do, get a PI to?—”
“He told me, Fumi.” Gabriel frowns, tipping his head slightly. “Well, I guessed, and he confirmed it.”
“I don’t care,” I snap. “I’m still his primary caregiver?—”
“Of course you are. But you’re no longer his only caregiver. I’ve hired a full-time nurse.”
My teeth grind. “What, she’ll also be living in the charity apartment you’ve moved him into?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “No. He’ll be living in the one I rented right below your father’s. Oh, and I should mention that he’ll be seeing a new doctor.”
I glare at him. “What?”
“His last one was…adequate,” he shrugs. “But Doctor Jalisco is the best lung cancer specialist in the country.”
“I know,” I mutter. “He’s also not in my health insurance network and would cost more than any bank would ever loan me.”
“Well,” Gabriel shrugs casually. “He’s in my network. Which is now also yours, and your father’s. I’m not a monster, Fumi.”
That’s up for debate…
“But this arrangement does have to happen. If this is what it takes to make things less…prickly for everyone involved, then so be it. Now, would you like to see your room?”
He starts to turn for the stairs.
“Thank you, Gabriel,” I say quietly, stopping him. I take a slow breath and lift my eyes to his. “You didn’t…”
“Have to do any of it?” He considers. “I did, actually, after your performance at that audition.”
My mouth twists. “I’m sorry?—”
“Don’t. One, I know you’re not. Two, it undermines your attack and weakens your defenses.”
“Oh, we’re going to war?” I quip sarcastically.
“We’re getting married, Fumi.” He smiles grimly. “Of course we are.”
Gabriel’s townhouse is stunning. I’ve never been, but Elsa and Eloise have told me all about it. It’s actually the place he, Alistair, and Tempest grew up.
Their words didn’t do it justice.
It’s obviously been heavily renovated and decorated since then—probably when he became one of the most sought-after and highest-paid lawyers in the entire city.
The room I’ll be staying in is on the third floor, overlooking a lush garden in a walled backyard.
It. Is. Gorgeous.
The room is decorated in creamy white and muted sage, giving it a vintage and yet modern look. A huge, four-poster bed complete with gauzy white curtains faces the windows, and there’s a private ensuite bathroom.
