"When I'm rich and famous," Gabe called back as he turned the water on and poked his head out the door, "we will never walk anywhere again. We'll lie on the carpet all day drinking margaritas. Well, you will," he edited himself. "I'll still spend three hours at the gym."
He shut the door behind him with a grin.
When he emerged from his bedroom fifteen minutes later he was dressed in clean clothes and his blonde hair hung wet around his face. He thumped a hand on the table and grunted. "Feed me, woman!"