Reflected in You(86)

Honestly, I'm having a hard time imagining Cross giving a shit - " "About your sexual orientation? He doesn't.


He's not like that."


"But his PR people might feel differently.


Could be why he wants to keep you under the radar.


And if he's worried that someone might go after you to get to me, that explains why he wants to keep you tucked away and off the streets."


"Why wouldn't he tell me that?" I set the paper down.


"Why is he being such a prick? Everything was so wonderful while we were gone.


He was wonderful.


I thought we'd turned a corner.


I kept thinking he wasn't anything like the man I'd first met, and now he's worse.


There's this .


I don't know.


He's a million miles away from me now.


I don't understand it."


"I'm not the guy to ask, Eva."


Cary grabbed my hand and squeezed.


"He's the one with the answers."


"You're right."


I went to my purse and pulled out my phone.


"I'll be back in a bit."


I went to the little enclosed balcony off the visitors' waiting area and called Gideon.


The phone rang and rang, eventually going to voice mail.


I tried his home number instead.


After the third ring, Gideon answered.


"Cross," he said curtly.


"Hi."


There was silence for the length of a heartbeat, then, "Hang on."


I heard a door open.


The sound on the phone changed - he'd stepped away from wherever he'd been.


"Is everything all right?" he asked.


"No."


I rubbed at my tired eyes.


"I miss you."


He sighed.


"I .


I can't talk now, Eva."


"Why not? I don't understand why you're acting so cold to me.


Did I do something wrong?" I heard murmuring and realized he'd muffled the receiver to talk to someone else.


A horrible feeling of betrayal tightened my chest, making it hard to breathe.


"Gideon.


Who's at your place with you?" "I have to go."


"Tell me who's there with you!" "Angus will be at the hospital at seven.


Get some sleep, angel."


The line went dead.


I lowered my hand and stared at my phone, as if it could somehow reveal to me what the f*ck had just happened.


I made it back to Cary's room, felt weighted down and miserable as I pushed open the door.


Cary took one look at me and sighed.


"You look like your puppy just died, baby girl."


The dam broke.


I started sobbing.



Chapter 14



I hardly slept all night.


I tossed and turned, drifting in and out of consciousness.


The frequent nurse visits to check on Cary also woke me.


His brain scans and lab reports were looking good and there was nothing absolutely definitive to worry about, but I hadn't been there for him when he'd first gotten hurt.


I felt like I needed to be there for him now, sleep or no sleep.


Just before six, I gave up and got out of bed.


Grabbing my tablet and wireless keyboard, I headed down to the cafeteria for coffee.


I pulled up a chair at one of the tables and prepared to write a letter to Gideon.


In the short amounts of time I'd managed to pin him down the last couple of days, I hadn't been able to get my thoughts across to him.


Writing it all out would have to be the way it got done.


Maintaining steady, open communication was the only way we were going to survive as a couple.


I sipped my coffee and began typing, starting with my thanks for the beautiful weekend away and how much it meant to me.


I told him how I thought our relationship had taken a massive leap forward during the trip, which only made the week's backslide harder to bear -  "Eva.


What a pleasant surprise!" Turning my head, I found Dr.


Terrence Lucas standing behind me holding a disposable coffee cup like the one I'd filled for myself.


He was dressed for work in slacks and tie with a white lab coat.


"Hi," I greeted him, hoping I hid my wariness.


"Mind if I join you?" he asked, rounding me.


"Not at all."


I watched him take the seat beside me, and I refreshed my memory of his appearance.


His hair was pure white, without a hint of gray, but his handsome face was unlined.


His eyes were an unusual shade of green and they were keen with intelligence.


His smile was both reassuring and charming.


I suspected he was popular with his patients - and their mothers.