Gabriel's Mission. Margaret Way

always knock.”

      “When you remember to. Anyway that’s all camouflage. I think the problem is physical.”

      She was glad of the darkness to cover her shock. This was unchartered country. “Well, you do have a lot of presence,” she managed. In fact it was particularly powerful.

      “Really? You make me feel like Conan the Barbarian.” His glance mocked them both. “All those haughty little high-born expressions.”

      “I can’t see what I think should bother you at all.”

      “Hey! I’m asking the questions,” he drawled.

      “All right. Fire away. I’ll have to rack my brains for a soothing answer. If it’s any comfort to you, I know at least a dozen women in the building who find you extremely attractive.”

      “Fourteen at the last count,” he said laconically.