Entwined with You(80)

“I’ve told Brett that I’m in love with you. Cary, too. My dad. Megumi. I’ve never lied about how I feel about you.”


“Eva!” Christopher came up to me and pulled me into him for a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad Brett brought you. You know, I had no idea you two used to be an item.”


I managed a smile, hyperaware of Gideon’s gaze. “It was a long time ago.”


“Not that long.” He grinned. “You’re here, aren’t you?”


“Christopher,” Gideon said, by way of greeting.


“Gideon.” Christopher’s smile didn’t waver, but he noticeably cooled. “You didn’t have to come. I’ve got this covered.”


They were half brothers but had so little in common physically. Gideon was taller, bigger, and undeniably dark in both coloring and demeanor. Christopher was a handsome man with a sexy smile, but he had none of Gideon’s sizzling magnetism.


“I’m here for Eva,” Gideon said smoothly, “not the show.”


“Really?” Christopher looked at me. “I thought you and Brett were working things out.”


“Brett’s a friend,” I replied.


“Eva’s personal life is none of your business,” Gideon said.


“It shouldn’t be yours, either.” Christopher looked at him with such hostility it made me uncomfortable. “The fact that ‘Golden’ is a true story, and that Brett and Eva are here together, is a great marketing angle for Vidal and the band.”


“The song is the end of that story.”


Christopher frowned and reached into his pocket, pulling out his smartphone. He read the screen, then scowled at his brother. “Call Corinne, will you? She’s going nuts trying to reach you.”


“I talked to her an hour ago,” Gideon said.


“Stop giving her mixed signals,” Christopher snapped. “If you didn’t want to talk to her, you shouldn’t have gone over to her place last night.”


I tensed, my pulse leaping. I looked at Gideon, saw his jaw tighten, and remembered how I’d waited for a reply text from him. He’d been at my place when I got home, but he’d never explained why he hadn’t texted me back. He certainly hadn’t said anything about going to Corinne’s apartment.


And hadn’t he said he wasn’t taking her calls?


I backed away with my stomach in knots. I’d felt off all day, and facing the simmering dislike between Gideon and Christopher was too much on top of it. “Excuse me.”


“Eva,” Gideon said sharply.


“It was good seeing you both,” I murmured, playing my scripted part before turning away and heading the few feet over to Cary.


Gideon caught up with me after only two steps, gripping me by the elbow and whispering in my ear. “She’s calling my phone and work all the time. I had to talk with her.”


“You should’ve told me.”


“We had more important things to talk about.”


Brett glanced over at us. He was too far away for me to see his expression, but his posture looked tight. People, all of them pushing to get closer, surrounded him and he was focused on me instead.


Damn it. He’d seen me with Gideon and it was spoiling what should be a wonderful experience for him. As I’d feared, the whole outing was a mess.


“Gideon,” Christopher said tightly from behind us. “I wasn’t finished talking to you.”


Gideon glanced at him. “I’ll get to you in a minute.”


“You’ll talk to me now.”


“Walk away, Christopher.” Gideon stared at his brother so coldly I shivered despite the heat. “Before you make a scene that takes all the attention away from Six-Ninths.”


Christopher seethed for a long minute, then seemed to realize his brother wasn’t kidding. He cursed under his breath and turned, only to be confronted by Ireland.


“Leave them alone,” she said, with her hands on her hips. “I want them to get back together.”


“You stay out of this.”


“Whatever.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Come show me around.”


He paused, his gaze narrowed. Then he sighed and took her by the elbow, leading her away. I realized they were close.


It made me sad that Gideon didn’t have that kind of bond with them.


Gideon brought my attention back to him with a brush of fingertips to my cheek, a soft caress that conveyed so much love … and possession. No one looking at us could mistake the claim. “Tell me you know nothing happened with Corinne.”


I sighed. “I know you didn’t do anything with her.”


“Good. She’s not acting like herself. I’ve never seen her so … Damn it. I don’t know. Needy. Irrational.”


“Devastated?”


“Maybe. Yes.” His face softened. “She wasn’t like this when she broke our engagement.”


I felt bad for both of them. Ugly good-byes weren’t fun for anyone. “She walked away that time. This time, it’s you. It’s always harder being the one left behind.”