Re: Maddy, Gabe, Open
"God's forbid we plan anything!" he laughed. Gabe had met a lot of young women who'd had little interest in hiding behind a facade of false modesty, or coyness, particularly in his years down in the Caribbean working the big luxury charter yachts with Cian. But none of them could come close to Maddy for complete freedom from any sort of social constraints. Or at least from what he'd seen so far.
He managed to strangle the smirk at the display of the contents of her purse his head tilting first one way, then the other as the items appeared in her hand. "I'm sure there's something this goddess might be interested in," he chuckled, "that's a very handy... mirror, and the receipt would be handy in case they wanted to note down something they'd said," he added, absolutely deadpan.