I nodded, understanding where he was coming from and not disagreeing, but unwavering in my decision to see my relationship with Gideon through.
"Did you talk to Tatiana, too?" "No need."
His thumb brushed over my knuckles before he released me.
"She's easy."
Snorting, I took a large gulp of my cooling coffee.
"Not just that way," he chided, giving me a wicked grin.
"I mean she doesn't expect anything or make any demands.
As long as I suit up and she orgasms at least as many times as I do, she's good.
I'm actually okay with her, and not just because she could suck chrome off a bumper.
It's relaxing being with someone who just wants to have fun and causes no stress."
"Gideon knows me.
He understands and tries to work around my issues.
He's working for this, too, Cary.
It's not easy for him, either."
"Do you think Cross had a nooner with his ex?" he asked bluntly.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Sucking in a deep breath, I took a fortifying gulp and admitted, "Mostly.
I think I'm the one doing it for him now.
It's pretty hot with us, you know? But his ex has some kind of hold on him.
He says it's guilt, but that doesn't explain his brunette fascination."
"It explains why you lost it and hit him - her being around again is eating at you.
And he still won't tell you what's going on.
Does that sound healthy to you?" It wasn't.
I knew that.
I hated it.
"We saw Dr.
Petersen last night."
His brows rose.
"How'd that go?" "He didn't tell us to run far, far away from each other as fast as we can."
"And if he does? Will you listen?" "I'm not bailing when things get rough this time.
Seriously, Cary" - I held his gaze - "am I really all that far ahead if I can't take any waves?" "Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami."
"Ha!" I smiled, unable to help it.
Cary could get me to smile through tears.
"To tell you the truth, if I don't work this out with Gideon, I have doubts I'll work it out with anyone."
"That's your shitty self-esteem talking."
"He knows what I'm carrying around in me."
"All right."
My brows shot up.
"All right?" That was too easy.
"I'm not sold.
But I'll deal."
He grabbed my hand.
"Come on.
Let's get your hair done."
I smiled, grateful.
"You're the best."
He bumped his hip into mine.
"And I won't let you forget it."
Chapter 5
"As far as death traps go," Cary said, "this one's pretty swank."
I shook my head as I preceded him into the main cabin of Gideon's private jet.
"You are not going to die.
Flying is safer than driving."
"And you don't think the airline industry paid for the compilation of those statistics?" Pausing to smack him in the shoulder with a laugh, I glanced at the amazingly opulent interior and felt more than a little awe.
I'd seen my share of private planes over the years, but as usual, Gideon went to lengths to which few could afford to go.
The cabin was spacious, with a wide center aisle.
The underlying palette was neutral with accents of chocolate brown and ice blue.
Deep, swiveling bucket seats with tables were positioned on the left, while a sectional sofa sat on the right.
Each chair had a private entertainment console beside it.
I knew a bedroom would be found at the back of the plane and a luxurious bathroom or two.
A male flight attendant took my duffel bag and Cary's, then gestured for us to take a seat at one of the groupings of chairs that had a table.
"Mr.
Cross is expected within the next ten minutes," he said.
"In the meantime, can I serve you something to drink?" "Water for me, please."
I glanced at my watch.
It was just past seven thirty.
"Bloody Mary," Cary ordered, "if you've got it."
The steward smiled.
"We've got everything."
Cary caught my look.
"What? I haven't had dinner.
The tomato juice will hold me over until we eat, and the alcohol will help the Dramamine kick in faster."
"I didn't say anything," I protested.
I turned to look out the window at the evening sky, and my thoughts settled on Gideon, as usual.
He'd been quiet all day, starting with when he'd woken up.
The ride to work had been made in silence, and when my day ended at five, he'd called just long enough to tell me that Angus would take me home alone, then drive me and Cary to the airport where he'd meet us.
I opted to walk home instead, since I hadn't hit the gym the night before and didn't have time to work out prior to the flight.
Angus had cautioned that Gideon wouldn't like me refusing