back? And what was Gideon going to do about it? The thought that he might break up with me triggered overwhelming panic.
I was sick with worry.
Was he hurt? God .
the thought of Gideon in pain ate at me like acid.
Was he in trouble? He'd assaulted Brett.
My palms went damp when I remembered Cary's news that his clusterfuck buddy also wanted to press assault charges.
Gideon's life was spiraling out of control - because of me.
At some point he was going to realize I wasn't worth the trouble.
I glanced at Shawna.
She was looking out the window pensively.
I'd blown her awesome night.
And Arnoldo's, too.
"I'm sorry."
I sighed miserably.
"I screwed up everything."
She looked at me and shrugged, then offered a sympathetic smile that made my throat burn.
"No big.
I had a great time.
I hope you work things out for the best."
The best thing for me was Gideon.
Had I blown that? Had I thrown away the most important thing in my life over some weird, inexplicable head trip?I still felt Brett's mouth on mine.
I scrubbed at my lips, wishing I could erase the last half hour of my life as easily.
My anxiety made it feel like it took an eternity to drive Shawna home.
I got out and gave her a hug on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building.
"I'm sorry," I said again, for both earlier and then, because I was dying to get to Gideon - wherever he was - and I was afraid my impatience showed.
I wasn't sure I'd ever forgive Angus or Arnoldo for taking me away when and how they did.
Arnoldo hugged Shawna and told her that she and Doug had a standing reservation for Tableau One anytime.
I softened a little toward him.
He'd taken good care of her all night.
We climbed back into the limo and set off for the restaurant.
I curled into a darkened corner of the seat and cried silently, unable to contain the flood of despair overwhelming me.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I used my tank top to dry my face.
Arnoldo stopped me from getting out.
"Be gentle with him," he scolded, staring hard at my face.
"I have never seen him the way he is with you.
I can't say you are worthy of him, but you can make him happy.
I saw that myself.
Do it or walk.
Don't fuck with his head."
I couldn't speak past the lump in my throat, so I nodded, hoping he could see in my eyes how much Gideon meant to me.
Everything.
Arnoldo disappeared into the restaurant.
Before Angus shut the door, I slid forward on the seat.
"Where is he? I need to see him.
Please."
"He called."
Angus's face was kind, which made me start crying again.
"I'm taking you to him now."
"Is he okay?" "I don't know."
I pushed back into the seat, feeling physically ill.
I barely paid attention to where we were headed, my only thought being that I needed to explain.
I needed to tell Gideon that I loved him, that I'd never leave him if he'd still have me, that he was the only man I wanted, the only man who set my blood on fire.
Eventually, the car slowed and I looked out, realizing we'd returned to the amphitheater.
As I peered out the window, searching for him, the door behind me opened, startling me, and I shifted around to see Gideon duck inside and settle on the opposite bench from me.
I lurched toward him.
"Gideon - " "Don't."
His voice whipped with anger, sending me recoiling and falling on my rear.
The limo set into motion, jostling me.
Crying, I watched him pour a glass of amber liquor at the bar and toss it back.
I waited on the floorboards, my stomach churning with fear and grief.
He refilled his glass before shutting the bar and dropping back in his seat.
I wanted to ask him if Brett was okay or badly hurt.
I wanted to ask how Gideon was, if he was injured or fine.
But I couldn't.
I didn't know if he would take the questions the wrong way and assume my concern for Brett meant more than it did.
His face was impassive, his eyes hard as sapphires.
"What is he to you?" I swiped at the tears streaming down my face.
"A mistake."
"Then? Or now?" "Both."
His lip curled in a sneer.
"You always kiss your mistakes like that?" My chest heaved as I tried to stem the need to sob.
I shook my head violently.
"You want him?" he asked tightly, before taking another drink.
"No," I whispered.
"I only want you.
I love you, Gideon.
So much it hurts."
His eyes closed and his head fell back.
I took the opportunity to crawl closer, needing to bridge