Olivia's POV
The moment Gabriel's car disappeared around the corner, I practically floated up the front steps.
God, that man was dangerous.
I barely had my key in the lock before the front door swung open. Mom and Kira were standing there like two detectives waiting to interrogate a suspect.
"Olivia!" Mom exclaimed, her eyes immediately scanning me from head to toe as if looking for evidence of... well, I wasn't sure what. "You're back! But it's only..." She glanced at her watch with confusion. "Nine-thirty? Why are you home so early? Did something go wrong?"
"Did he turn out to be a serial killer?" Kira added dramatically. "Because I swear, Mom, if Gabriel hurt her..."
"No, no, nothing like that," I said quickly, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. "He just had an emergency at home and had to cut the evening short."
Mom's face fell immediately. "An emergency? Oh no! Was it serious? Is he okay?"
"His cat wasn't eating," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
