“Define general.”
“She doesn’t like flashy. She likes simple. Clean.”
Mason looks at me.
I don’t hide my reaction.
He’s right.
Mason points at him. “Okay. That was correct.”
Gabriel doesn’t gloat.
Mason turns back to me.
“You’re keeping your apartment.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not giving up work.”
“No.”
“You’re not playing housewife.”
I stare at him.
“Absolutely not.”
Gabriel cuts in. “That was never the plan.”
Mason nods slowly.
“And Maddie?” he asks.
“She’s good,” Gabriel says. “She asked about a sparkly dress.”
Mason groans. “Oh God.”
“And cupcakes,” I add.
“Of course she did.”
The tension cracks just a little.
Mason sinks onto the couch.
“This is wild,” he says.
“Yes,” I agree.
He looks at Gabriel again.
“You didn’t even date her.”
Gabriel meets his eyes.
“No.”
