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He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s merely difficult to discern what one is meant to be looking at.”

I laugh so hard I nearly drop the laptop.

chapter

eight

April

“Okay, enough about the painting. Let’s look at something else.”

“Thank heavens.”

I grin and open another tab on my laptop. “There’s so much you haven’t seen. I don’t even know where to start.”

“I should think the beginning would be appropriate.”

“The beginning of what? The entire twentieth century?”

He nods, looking completely serious. “If you believe that’s necessary.”

“Gabriel, we’d be here for a month.”

“I have nowhere else to be.”

My smile falters.

He notices.

“April,” he squeezes my knee. “I have nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Warmth spreads through me and I can’t help myself when I lean over and kiss his cheek. “I have nowhere else I’d rather be too.” I lean back and his gray eyes are locked on my face. “No more jokes about your imprisonment, though. It makes me sad.”

“Why would it make you sad?”

“Because you’re kind of growing on me.” I probably said too much, but it’s out there now. Yeah, I like the guy. Even though he’s grumpy and arrogant and bossy. I’d be grumpy too if I’d been cursed to be an ugly statue for all eternity. I look away before I make things too awkward because that is, in fact, my superpower.

I type world’s tallest buildings into the search bar. He’ll get a kick out of this. “Let’s start here.”

He leans closer. “What on earth is that?”

“It’s a building. They’re called skyscrapers.”

“I’m aware it’s a building, April.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“Because buildings are not meant to look like that.” He points at the screen.

I laugh. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“That one appears to be made entirely of glass.”

“Pretty much.”

He frowns and leans even closer to the screen. “How does it remain standing?”