Entwined with You(48)

Standing on unsteady feet, I dropped my cell on the low table as if it had burned me. I couldn’t talk to her then. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted Gideon.


I stumbled down the hallway, my shoulder sliding along the wall. I heard Gideon’s voice as I neared his office and my tears came faster, my steps quickening.


“I appreciate that you thought of me, but no,” he said in a low, firm voice that was different from the one I’d heard him using before. It was gentler, more intimate. “Of course we’re friends. You know why … I can’t give you what you want from me.”


I rounded the corner into his office and saw him at his desk, his head down as he listened.


“Stop,” he said icily. “This isn’t the tack you want to take with me, Corinne.”


“Gideon,” I whispered, my hand gripping the doorjamb with white-knuckled force.


He glanced up, then straightened abruptly, surging to his feet. The scowl on his face fled.


“I have to go,” he said, pulling the earpiece from his ear and dropping it on the desk as he rounded it. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”


He caught me as I rushed into him, needing him. Relief flooded me as he pulled me close and held me tight.


“My dad found out.” I pressed my face to his chest, my mind filled with echoes of my father’s pain. “He knows.”


Gideon swung me up in his arms, cradling me. His phone started ringing. Cursing under his breath, he walked out of the room.


In the hallway, I could hear my phone rattling on the coffee table. The irritating sound of two phones going off simultaneously ratcheted up my anxiety.


“Let me know if you need to get that,” he said.


“It’s my mom. I’m sure my dad’s called her already, and he’s so angry. God … Gideon. He’s devastated.”


“I understand how he feels.”


He carried me into the guest bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. Laying me on the bed, he grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned on the television, lowering the volume to a level that drowned out all other sound but my hiccupping sobs. Then he lay down beside me and hugged me, his hands rubbing up and down my back. I cried until my eyes felt raw and I had nothing left.


“Tell me what to do,” he said when I quieted.


“He’s coming here. To New York.” My stomach knotted at the thought. “He’s trying to fly out today, I think.”


“When you find out, I’ll go with you to pick him up.”


“You can’t.”


“The hell I can’t,” he said without heat.


I offered my mouth and sighed when he kissed me. “I should really go alone. He’s hurt. He won’t want anyone else to see him that way.”


Gideon nodded. “Take my car.”


“Which one?”


“Your new neighbor’s DB9.”


“Huh?”


He shrugged. “You’ll know it when you see it.”


I didn’t doubt that. Whatever it was, the car would be sleek, fast, and dangerous—just like its owner.


“I’m scared,” I murmured, my legs tangling even tighter with his. He was so strong and solid. I wanted to hang on to him and never let go.


His fingers sifted through my hair. “Of what?”


“Things are already f*cked up between my mom and me. If my parents have a falling-out, I don’t want to get stuck in the middle. I know they wouldn’t handle it well—especially my mom. They’re crazy in love with each other.”


“I hadn’t realized that.”


“You didn’t see them together. Major sizzle,” I explained, remembering that Gideon and I had been separated when I learned the sexual chemistry between my parents was still white-hot. “And my dad confessed to still being in love with her. Makes me sad to think about it.”


“Because they’re not together?”


“Yes, but not because I want one big happy family,” I qualified. “I just hate the thought of going through life without the person you’re in love with. When I lost you—”


“You’ve never lost me.”


“It was like part of me died. Going through a whole lifetime like that …”


“Would be hell.” Gideon ran his fingertips across my cheek and I saw the bleakness in his eyes, the lingering specter of Nathan haunting him. “Let me handle Monica.”


I blinked at him. “How?”


His lips curled on one side. “I’ll call her and ask how you’re dealing with everything and how you’re doing. Start the process of publicly working my way back to you.”


“She knows I told you everything. She might break down on you.”


“Better me than you.”


That was almost enough to make me smile. “Thank you.”


“I’ll distract her and get her thinking about something else.” He reached for my hand and touched my ring.