“That’s why I’m calling. Apart from being emotionally bruised from your lack of communication, I’m offering you a place to stay. But only until the interest in Natalie’s art dies down. I don’t want you to think you can permanently cohabitate with me.”
“That sounds as though it’s on the murky side of weird.”
“It’s better than having your face splashed across the national news stations. Imagine the reporters’ delight when they find not one, but two international megastars in Sapphire Bay. The fans will come running.”
“So will the crazies,” Gabe moaned. “I can’t leave Natalie on her own.”
“Sounds to me like we need an emergency meeting.”
“You’re thinking like someone in my novels.”
“As long as I don’t get killed, I’m happy to inspire you.” Caleb rustled some papers. “When do you want to meet? The best time for me is now.”
“Don’t you ever sleep?”
“I try not to.”
Gabe knew as well as anyone how hard it was to sleep when you had a lot on your mind. And Caleb, in spite of the happy-go-lucky personality he let people see, had issues that were as complex as Gabe’s.
“I need to call Natalie.” Gabe checked the time and hoped she hadn’t gone to bed. “If she’s asleep, I’ll talk to her in the morning.”
“Sounds good. I’ll bring Sherlock with me. He missed you.”
Gabe had missed his partner in crime, too. “At least he’ll act as a deterrent to any would-be burglars.”
“Or overzealous reporters,” Caleb said with a smile in his voice. “I’m leaving now.”
“See you soon.” Gabe ended the call. He stared at his phone before sliding it into his pocket. Knocking on Natalie’s door would create less noise than calling her cell phone, especially at this time of the night.
They needed to work something out before the media descended. Because whether he wanted them here or not, they would be coming.
