Sweetheart? Why was something kissing his neck? He was pretty sure that he hadn't made it back to New York yet. Blinking fully awake at the exclamations, Gabriel sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and squinting. Uh. All right. Exactly who was that, and why was she sleeping in his bed and calling him sweetheart?
"I think Bennet can take care of himself," Gabriel said with a yawn as he raked a hand through his hair before it finally dawned on him. He wasn't anywhere that he recognized. He might have been staying in an apartment that had been unfamiliar lately, put up by the federal government, but this wasn't it. Nor was it his place back in New York. And it wasn't the place in Newark, either. All right. What the hell?
Strange woman in a random place worried about Bennet. If this didn't scream Company Test, he wasn't sure what did.