"Good morning! I see you are awake! Is everything good over there?" The voice blasted through the speaker, forcing Gavriel to once again pull the phone away from his ear in annoyance.
His eyes found Aliana's for a fleeting second before he turned to walk toward the window. "Don't shout, Cillian. How many times am I supposed to tell you?"
'Cillian?' Aliana blinked in surprise at the name.
Now that she thought about it, the man always seemed to be calling Gavriel. He was incredibly comfortable talking to him casually, which made her wonder if they were close friends. It was rare for anyone to be so carefree around someone as intimidating as Gavriel.
Pulling herself away from her thoughts, she observed Gavriel's relaxed stance as he looked out at the sea through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Even without the three-piece suit she always saw him in, he still looked powerful. He exuded an aura that only a great king could possess, even in such a sexy, disheveled state.
