Page 127 of Gabriel's Promise (Gabriel's Inferno 4)

“I thought patience was a virtue.”

He pulled back to make eye contact. “In my case, definitely. In your case, not even close.”

Julia laughed.

“The University of Edinburgh has offered us a row house on Drummond Street, near Old College,” Gabriel announced enthusiastically. “There’s a brilliant coffee shop on the corner, and good sidewalks for the stroller.”

“We’ll have to childproof it. Clare will be walking by then.”

“Really?” Gabriel ran his fingers through his hair. “So soon? That’s marvelous. We’ll be able to explore the city together and the rest of Scotland as well.”

“I think you’re going to be busy being the lecturer in residence. And I’ll be taking courses, and serving as Graham Todd’s teaching assistant, if he’ll still have me.”

“He’d be fortunate to have you. We’ll travel on weekends. And holidays.” He picked her up and lifted her toward the ceiling.

“Put me down!” Julia shrieked, clutching his shoulders. “Professor Wodehouse will see us and kick us out.”

“I doubt it. I’m sure Don has twirled pretty girls in the Cloisters a time or two in his past.” Gabriel’s laughter matched her own.

Clare made noises in her stroller, demanding attention.

“Hi, Clare.” Julia waved at her. “Mommy and Daddy are talking right now.

“What about our house in Cambridge?” Julia asked, when her feet were finally on the floor. “What about Rebecca?”

“I’m hoping Rebecca will come with us because we’ll need the help,” Gabriel said firmly. “What would you think about having Rachel and Aaron house-sit while we’re away? They can keep an eye on the house and it will save them rent.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Julia closed her eyes, momentarily distracted by all the things she was going to have to do in order to prepare to move to Scotland.

Gabriel caught her hand once again. He thumbed her wedding band. “I’m so grateful we will embark on this journey together. I know we’ll be busy and I know it will be an adjustment. But I think living in Edinburgh will be an adventure.” His blue eyes shone.

“And here I thought you were a hobbit, who liked to stay in his warm, safe hobbit hole in Cambridge, and disdained adventures.”

Gabriel sniffed his dissatisfaction. “I look more like Aragorn than a hobbit.”

“Yes, I suppose you do.” She kissed away his frown.

“We haven’t a moment to lose. You should call Greg Matthews immediately.” Gabriel took hold of the stroller and pointed Clare in the direction of their rooms. “I’m going to call one of the kilt makers in Edinburgh and order a kilt for Clare.”

“I didn’t know the Emersons had a tartan.”

“They don’t, but there’s a Clark tartan. She’ll dress in their plaid, in honor of Richard and Grace. And there’s a Mitchell tartan, too, I think. We should have a kilt made to honor your father.”

“I’d like that.” Julia took hold of his arm. “But as we plan for Scotland, there’s still one more thing.”

“Anything.”

Julia smiled sadly. “The memento mori. Before we invite Aaron and Rachel to house-sit, shouldn’t we be sure the thief won’t come back?”

Gabriel looked down at Clare, who looked up at him. She smiled, exposing her gums.

Gabriel grinned back.

When he turned to Julia, he was somber. “We still have the object. We still have a sketch of the intruder. As far as the Cambridge police are concerned, it’s an open investigation. I won’t give up making inquiries, but so far, I’ve found nothing. I’m inclined to think that the thief would have returned to the house by now. Either he couldn’t find a collector for the artwork we have or he’s been deterred by the security system.”

“So Rachel and Aaron will be safe?”

“By the time they arrive, it will be September. The break-in was back in December. The chances of the thief returning would be very small indeed.”