Page 13 of Take Me For Granite
“I believe we’ve established that.”
“Like, completely naked.”
“Would you prefer I put on a hat or a scarf?”
I make a strangled sound.
He raises one dark eyebrow.
And that’s when it hits me.
This isn’t some random naked man who wandered onto my balcony.
This is Rocky. My gargoyle. The gargoyle I’ve spent the last week talking to. Complaining to. Confiding in.
The gargoyle I just rubbed like a magic lamp.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
His expression turns wary. “Please don’t scream again.”
“You’re Rocky.”
His jaw tightens. “No.”
I blink. “No?”
“My name is Gabriel.”
I stare at him. “Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
“Not Rocky.”
“Absolutely not Rocky.”
I glance toward the empty railing.
Then back at him.
“You’re telling me I’ve been talking to a naked man for a week?”
His lips twitch.
“Technically, I’ve been stone for a week.”
“That’s not better!”
“And I wasn’t naked.”
I narrow my eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
I pull away from him.
