Reflected in You(52)

I need to know that you understand that failure isn't an option."


"Eva."


He smiled kindly.


"You and Gideon have a lot to work through, but it's certainly not insurmountable."


My breath left me in a rush of relief.


"I love him," I said again, with a decisive nod.


Gideon surged to his feet, his grip crushingly tight on my hand.


"If you'll excuse us a minute, Doctor."


Confused and a little worried, I stood and followed him out to the empty reception area.


Dr.


Petersen's receptionist had already gone home, and we were his last appointment of the day.


I knew from my mother that these evening appointments came at a premium.


I was grateful that Gideon was willing to pay for them not once but twice a week.


The door shut behind us, and I faced him.


"Gideon, I swear it's not - " "Hush."


He cupped my face in both hands and kissed me, his mouth moving softly but urgently over mine.


Startled, it took me the length of two heartbeats to slide my hands beneath his jacket and grip his lean waist.


When his tongue stroked deep into my mouth, a low moan escaped me.He pulled back and I looked up at him, seeing the same gorgeous businessman in a dark suit that I'd first met, but the look in his eyes .


My throat burned.


The power and scorching intensity, the hunger and need.


His fingertips brushed over my temples, across my cheeks, down to my throat.


He tilted my jaw up and his lips pressed gently against mine.


He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to.


I got it.


He linked our fingers and led me back inside.



Chapter 9


I hurried through the security turnstiles of the Crossfire and grinned when I saw Cary waiting for me in the lobby.


"Hey, you," I greeted him, admiring how he managed to make worn jeans and a V-neck T-shirt look expensive.


"Hey, stranger."


He held out his hand to me and we stepped out of the building through the side door hand-in- hand.


"You're looking happy."


The noonday heat hit me like a physical barrier.


"Ugh.


It's hot as hell.


Let's pick somewhere close.


You up for tacos?" "Hell yeah."


I took him to the little Mexican place Megumi had introduced me to and tried not to let him see how guilty his greeting made me feel.


I hadn't been home in a couple days and Gideon was planning a weekend trip away, which meant it would be another few days before I hung out with Cary again.


It had been a relief when he'd agreed to meet me for lunch.


I didn't want to go too long without checking in with him and making sure he was all right.


"Got any plans tonight?" I asked, after ordering for both of us.


"One of the photographers I've worked with is having a birthday bash tonight.


I figured I'd pop in for a bit and see how it goes."


He rocked back on his heels as we waited for our tacos and blended virgin margaritas.


"You still planning on hanging with your boss's sister? You guys wanna come with?" "Sister-in-law," I corrected.


"And she's got concert tickets.


I'm her last hope, she said, but even if I wasn't, I think it'll be fun.


At least I hope so.


I've never heard of the band, so I'm just hoping they don't suck."


"Who is it?" "Six-Ninths.


Know 'em?" His eyes widened.


"Six-Ninths? Really? They're good.


You'll like them."


I grabbed our drinks off the counter and left the tray with our plates for him to carry.


"You've heard of them and Shawna's a big fan.


Where have I been?" "Under Cross and his hard place.


You taking him with you?" "Yes."


I hurried to grab a table as two businessmen stood to leave.


I didn't tell Cary about Gideon's assertion that I couldn't go without him.


I knew that wouldn't go over well with Cary, which made me wonder why I'd let it go as easily as I did.


Usually Cary and I agreed about stuff like that.


"Can't see Cross liking alt rock."


Cary sank fluidly into the chair across from me.


"Does he know how much you like it? Especially the musicians who play it?" I stuck my tongue out at him.


"I can't believe you brought that up.


Ancient history."


"So? Brett was hot.


Ever think about him?" "With shame."


I picked up one of the carne asada tacos.


"So I try not to."


"He was a decent guy," Cary said, before slurping up a hefty swallow of margarita-flavored slush.