Reflected in You(3)

Decorated in dark woods and neutral fabrics, the luxurious space was brightened by jeweled accents.


As much as his place screamed money, it managed to remain warm and welcoming, a comfortable place to relax and feel pampered.


When I reached the kitchen, I wasted no time in shoving a travel mug under the one-cup coffeemaker.


Gideon joined me with his jacket draped over one arm and his cell phone in his hand.


I put another portable mug under the spout for him before I went to the fridge for some half-and-half.


"It might be fortunate after all."


I faced him and reminded him of my roommate issue.


"I need to knock heads with Cary this weekend."


Gideon dropped his phone in the inner pocket of his jacket, then hung the garment off the back of one of the bar stools at the island.


"You're coming with me, Eva."


Exhaling in a rush, I added half- and-half to my coffee.


"To do what? Lie around naked, waiting for you to finish work and f*ck me?" His gaze held mine as he collected his mug and sipped his steaming coffee with too-calm deliberation.


"Are we going to argue?" "Are you going to be difficult? We talked about this.


You know I can't leave Cary after what happened last night."


The multibody tangle I'd found in my living room gave new meaning to the word clusterf*ck.


I put the carton back in the fridge and absorbed the sensation of being drawn to him inexorably by the force of his will.


It'd been that way from the beginning.


When he chose to, Gideon could make me feel his demands.


And it was very, very difficult to ignore the part of me that begged to give him whatever he wanted.


"You're going to take care of business and I'm going to take care of my best friend, then we'll go back to taking care of each other."


"I won't be back until Sunday night, Eva."


Oh .


I felt a sharp twinge in my belly at hearing we'd be apart that long.


Most couples didn't spend every free moment together, but we weren't like most people.


We both had hang- ups, insecurities, and an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep us functioning properly.


I hated being apart from him.


I rarely went more than a couple of hours without thinking of him.


"You can't stand the thought, either," he said quietly, studying me in that way he had that saw everything.


"By Sunday we'll both be worthless."


I blew on the surface of my coffee, then took a quick sip.


I was unsettled at the thought of going the entire weekend without him.


Worse, I hated the thought of him spending that amount of time away from me.


He had a world of choices and possibilities out there, women who weren't so screwed up and difficult to be with.


Still, I managed to say, "We both know that's not exactly healthy, Gideon."


"Says who? No one else knows what it's like to be us."


Okay, I'd give him that.


"We need to get to work," I said, knowing this impasse was going to drive both of us crazy all day.


We'd sort it out later, but for now we were stuck with it.


Resting his hip against the counter, he crossed his ankles and stubbornly settled in.


"What we need is for you to come with me."


"Gideon."


My foot began to tap against the travertine tile.


"I can't just give up my life for you.


If I turn into arm candy, you'll get bored real quick.


Hell, I'd get sick of myself.


It shouldn't kill us to spend a couple days straightening out other parts of our lives, even if we hate doing it."


His gaze captured mine.


"You're too much trouble to be arm candy."


"Takes a troublemaker to know one."


Gideon straightened, shrugging off his brooding sensuality and instantly capturing me with his severe intensity.


So mercurial - like me.


"You've gotten a lot of press lately, Eva.


It's no secret that you're in New York.


I can't leave you here while I'm gone.


Bring Cary with us if you have to.


You can butt heads with him while you're waiting for me to finish work and f*ck you."


"Ha."


Even as I acknowledged his attempt to lighten the strain with humor, I realized what his real objection to being apart from me was  - Nathan.


My former stepbrother.


The living nightmare from my past that Gideon seemed to fear might reappear in my present.


It frightened me to concede that he wasn't totally wrong.


The shield of anonymity that had protected me for years had been shattered by our highly public relationship.


God .


we totally didn't have the time to get into that mess, but I knew it wasn't a point Gideon would concede on.