Good Intentions (Intentions Duet Book 2) by Ella Frank

Author:Ella Frank [Frank, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Marcus

GABE MIGHT AS well have just said that I was the president of the United States with the way his parents were now looking at me. Their eyes were wide, their jaws on the floor, and the confusion in their expressions was mixed with a little bit of awe.

“The…president?” Gabe’s mom said.

“Yes. I oversee all of the news divisions at the station, along with several other programs.”

“That’s quite some job,” his dad said, and picked his beer back up, doing his level best to keep his approval at a lukewarm temperature. “It must keep you extremely busy.”

There was some not-so-subtle judgment there. I could see where he was going with that from a mile away. I looked to Gabe and saw him shaking his head, and I knew he saw it too.

“It does keep me busy, very busy. But lately I find myself making time for the more enjoyable things in life.”

“Is that right?”

“Papá,” Gabe said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay, Gabe.” I’d been grilled by much worse than Santiago Romero. He was just a father looking out for his boy, and I understood. “And yes, it’s true. Your son has reminded me that work isn’t the only thing in life, and I’m doing my best to enjoy more of it every day.”

A soft smile graced Daniela’s lips as she looked at Gabe, and it was clear how much love she had for him. I couldn’t blame her—they’d a raised a magnificent young man.

Not quite ready to examine my feelings that closely, however, I looked at his parents and decided a change of subject was in order. That was a general rule of thumb during an interview: when you got caught up and no longer wished to answer the questions being asked, ask your own.

“So, do either of you play an instrument like Gabe?”

“Oh gosh no.” His mom chuckled. “I’m a stay-at-home mom. Well, I was.”

“And I’m a high school music teacher,” his dad said, then he looked to his son. “I can play, but I don’t think anyone plays like Gabe. I might be biased, though.”

“Then I must be too, because I agree. His talent is…inspiring.” I flicked my eyes to Gabe, who winked at me. “You must be very proud of him.”

His dad looked at him and nodded, and if there was a picture in the dictionary to define the word pride, it would be a photograph capturing the expression that just crossed his face. “The proudest father in the world.”

Gabe’s eyes glistened as his dad leaned over and tapped his beer bottle to his son’s.

Then Daniela rubbed her husband’s shoulder and said, “Are we ready to eat?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Gabe rubbed his stomach. “I’ve been thinking about your aborrajados all afternoon.”

“You asked, and since it’s your special night…”

Somehow, I had a feeling every night was Gabe’s special night. But what was so interesting about that was how grounded he was even though it was clear his parents spoiled him.

“You are going to love these,” Gabe said.

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