my forehead.
"The doctor said it's possible Cary will be allowed to leave in a day or two, so I'll make arrangements for home care.
I'll also let your work know you won't be coming in."
"Cary's agency needs to know."
"I'll see to it."
"Thank you."
I hugged him hard.
"What would I do without you?" "You're never going to find out."
* * *
My mother woke me at nine the next morning, gliding fretfully into Cary's room as soon as visiting hours began.
She pulled me out to the hallway, drawing the attention of everyone in the immediate area.
It was early, but she looked amazing in eye-catching red-soled Louboutins and an ivory sleeveless sheath dress.
"Eva.
I can't believe you went the entire weekend without your cell phone! What were you thinking? What if there had been an emergency?" "There was an emergency."
"Exactly!" She threw up one hand, since the other arm had her clutch tucked beneath it.
"No one could get hold of you or Gideon.
He left a message saying that he was taking you away for the weekend, but no one knew where you were.
I can't believe he was so irresponsible! What was he thinking?" "Thank you," I interjected, because she was getting wound up and repeating herself, "for taking care of Cary.
It means a lot to me."
"Well, of course."
My mother took it down a notch.
"We love him, too, you know.
I'm devastated this happened."
Her lower lip trembled and she dug in her bag for her ever-ready handkerchief.
"Are the police investigating?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, but I don't how much good it will do."
She dabbed at the corners of her eyes.
"I love Cary dearly, but he's a tramp.
I doubt he can recall all the women and men he's been with.
Remember the charity auction you attended with Gideon? When I bought you that stunning red dress?" "Yes."
I'd never forget it.
It was the night Gideon and I first made love.
"I'm certain Cary slept with a blonde he danced with that night - while they were there! They disappeared and when they came back .
Well, I know what a satisfied man looks like.
I would be surprised if he knew her name."
I remembered what Cary had said before he fell asleep.
"You think this attack has something to do with someone he slept with?" My mother blinked at me, seeming to remember that I didn't know anything.
"Cary was told to keep his hands off 'her' - whoever 'her' is.
The detectives will be coming back later today to try to pull some names out of him."
"Jesus."
I scrubbed at my eyes, needing my face wash badly and a cup of coffee even more.
"They need to talk to Tatiana Cherlin."
"Who's that?" "Someone Cary's been seeing.
I think she'd get a kick out of something like this.
Cary's boyfriend caught them together and she ate it up with a spoon.
She loved being the cause of the drama."
I rubbed at the back of my neck, then realized the tingle I felt was for another reason entirely.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Gideon approaching, his long legs closing the distance between us with that measured stride.
Dressed for work in a suit, with a large cup of coffee in one hand and a small black bag in the other, he was exactly what I needed at just the moment I needed him.
"Excuse me."
I walked toward Gideon and straight into his arms.
"Hey," he greeted me, with his lips in my hair.
"How are you holding up?" "It's awful.
And senseless."
My eyes burned.
"He didn't need another disaster in his life.
He's had more than his share."
"So have you, and you're suffering along with him."
"And you're doing the same with me."
I pushed up onto my tiptoes and kissed his jaw, then stepped back.
"Thank you."
He handed me the coffee.
"I brought some things for you - a change of clothes, your cell and tablet, bathroom stuff."
I knew his thoughtfulness had to come at a price - literally.
After a weekend away, he should be digging his way out of a small mountain of work worth millions, not running around taking care of me.
"God.
I love you."
"Eva!" My mother's startled exclamation made me wince.
She advocated withholding the words I love you until the wedding night.
"Sorry, Mom.
Can't help it."
Gideon brushed coffee-warmed fingertips down my cheek.
"Gideon," my mother began, coming up right beside us, "you should know better than to take Eva away without any means of calling for help.
You do know better."
She was clearly referring to my past.
I wasn't sure why she thought I was so delicate that I couldn't function on my own.
She was far more fragile.
I shot a sympathetic glance Gideon's