Reflected in You(88)

Mark and I headed out at noon, and I refused to feel guilty about something I enjoyed so much.


Steven was waiting for us at the restaurant, seated at a round table with a lacquered lazy Susan in the middle.


"Hey, you."


He greeted me with a big bear hug, then pulled a chair out for me.


He studied me as we both sat down.


"You look tired."


I guessed I must really look like shit, since everyone kept telling me that.


"It's been a rough week so far."


The waitress came by and Steven ordered a dim sum appetizer and the same dishes we'd shared for that first late-evening meal - kung pao chicken and broccoli beef.


When we were alone again, Steven said, "I didn't know your roommate was gay.


Did you tell us that?" "He's bi, actually."


I realized Steven, or someone he knew, must have seen the same newspaper Cary had showed me.


"I don't think it came up."


"How's he feeling?" Mark asked, looking genuinely concerned.


"Better.


He might be coming home today."


Which was something that had been weighing on me all morning, since Gideon hadn't called to tell me definitively one way or the other.


"Let us know if you need any help," Steven said, all traces of levity gone.


"We're here for you."


"Thank you.


It wasn't a hate crime," I clarified.


"I don't know where the reporter got that.


I used to respect journalists.


Now, so few of them do their homework, and fewer still can write objectively."


"I'm sure it's tough living in the media spotlight."


Steven squeezed my hand on the table.


He was a gregarious, playful fellow, but beneath that fun exterior was a solid man with a kind heart.


"But then you have to kinda expect it when you're juggling rock stars and billionaires."


"Steven," Mark scolded, frowning.


"Ugh."


My nose wrinkled.


"Shawna told you."


"Of course she did," Steven said.


"Least she can do after not inviting me along to the concert.


But don't worry.


She's not a gossip.


She won't be telling anyone else."


I nodded, having no anxiety about that.


Shawna was good people, but it was still embarrassing having my boss know I'd kissed one man while dating another.


"Not that it would be a bad thing for Cross to get a taste of his own medicine," Steven muttered.


I frowned, confused.


Then I caught Mark's sympathetic gaze.


I realized the gay newspaper wasn't the only news they'd seen.


They must have seen the photos of Gideon and Corinne, too.


I felt my face flush with humiliation.


"He'll get a taste," I muttered.


"If I have to cram it down his throat."


Steven's brows shot up, and then he laughed and patted my hand.


"Get him, girl."


* * *


I'd barely returned to my desk when my work phone rang.


"Mark Garrity's office, Eva - " "Why is it so damn difficult for you to follow orders?" Gideon asked harshly.


I just sat there, staring at the collage of photos he'd given me, pictures of us looking connected and in love."Eva?" "What do you want from me, Gideon?" I asked quietly.


There was a moment of silence, then he exhaled.


"Cary will be moved to your apartment this afternoon under the supervision of his doctor and a private nurse.


He should be there when you get home."


"Thank you."


Another stretch of quiet filled the line between us, but he didn't hang up.


Finally, I queried, "Are we done?" The question had a double meaning.


I wondered if he caught that or even cared.


"Angus will give you a ride home."


My grip tightened on the phone.


"Good-bye, Gideon."


I hung up and got back to work.


* * *


I checked on Cary the minute I got home.


His bed had been moved aside and propped vertically against the wall to make room for a hospital bed that he could adjust at will.


He was asleep when I came in, his nurse sitting in a new recliner and reading an e-book.


It was the same nurse I'd seen the first night in the hospital, the pretty and exotic-looking one who had trouble taking her eyes off Gideon.


I wondered when he'd spoken to her - if he'd done it himself or sent someone else to do it - and whether she'd agreed for the money or for Gideon or both.


The fact that I was too tired to care one way or another said a lot about my own disconnection.