Re: Gabe and Rhiannon and Open
“Right. Detective Cartwright’s illicit crop.” She nodded, suppressing a smile at how that conversation had struck her in the moment, and how doubt had quickly turned into experiential learning of the most immersive variety. “And before that?” She pivoted upon hearing the sound of two aluminum cans on the wood bar top. Rhiannon brought them closer and made more space for Gabe to place his food order.