Chapter 5

Gabriel's answer left Owen standing between us with nowhere to hide.

"You told him I chose you?" I asked.

"You did choose me," Owen said. "We were married for ten years."

"That happened later."

His eyes narrowed. "Don't let him turn one conversation into some stolen destiny."

I wanted to scream. Instead, I picked up my passport and faced Gabriel.

"Take me somewhere we can talk."

At his furniture workshop, rain ticked against the high windows. Gabriel stayed on the opposite side of the workbench.

"Why were you at the restaurant?" I asked.

"Owen texted me that morning. He said…