William groaned softly. "She'll find me," he admitted, temporarily defeatist. "She always does. We're just doing the dance of pretending we don't know what the other is up to, now."
He wondered if she'd found Gabe already, but he guessed not. Gabe didn't seem like the type to jump in gung-ho for grief counseling before testing the lay of the land, and the fact that he hadn't been even in the least wary of Hayley meant that she hadn't had the chance yet to exercise her interrogation skills on him.
A change of subject seemed prudent. "Did you get a chance to look at your wards?"