Gabe pressed a button, and the tinted partition lowered slowly, revealing the driver.

“How long until we get there?”

“We’re pulling through the gates now, Mr. Clifford.”

Gabe raised the partition again and slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Gabe, I want you to know I like Jorel, but I’m glad I married you.”

He pretended not to hear me, but I knew he’d caught every word.

The car stopped, and the driver opened the door. Gabe got out first and strode toward the ...