His focus had been searing and blatant, and when we'd left the room he'd told me that he wanted to fuck me and would dispense with anything that got in the way of his doing so.
This time, he stood abruptly when the meeting was concluded, shook the hands of Mark and Mr.
Waters, and strode out the door with only a short, inscrutable glance at me.
His two directors scurried after him, both attractive brunettes.
Mark shot me a questioning look across the table.
I shook my head.
I made it back to my desk.
I worked industriously for the rest of the day.
During my lunch break, I stayed in and looked up things to do with my dad.
I decided on three possibilities - the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and a Broadway play, with the trip to Ellis Island reserved for if he really had a desire to go.
Otherwise, I figured we could skip the ferry and just check her out from the shore.
His time in the city was short, and I didn't want to overload it with a bunch of running around.
On my last break of the day, I called Gideon's office.
"Hi, Scott," I greeted his secretary.
"Is it possible for me to talk to your boss real quick?" "Hold on a minute and I'll see."
I half-expected to have my call rejected, but a couple of minutes later I was put through.
"Yes, Eva?" I took the length of a heartbeat to savor the sound of his voice.
"I'm sorry to bother you.
This is probably a stupid question, considering, but .
are you coming to dinner tomorrow to meet my father?" "I'll be there," he said gruffly.
"Are you bringing Ireland?" I was surprised there wasn't a tremor in my voice, considering the overwhelming relief I felt.
There was a pause.
Then, "Yes."
"Okay."
"I have a late meeting tonight, so I'll have to meet you at Dr.
Petersen's.
Angus will drive you over.
I'll grab a cab."
"All right."
I sagged into my seat, feeling a spark of hope.
Continuing therapy and meeting my dad could only be seen as positive signs.
Gideon and I were struggling.
But he hadn't given up yet.
"I'll see you then."
* * *
Angus dropped me off at Dr.
Petersen's office at a quarter to six.
I went inside and Dr.
Petersen waved at me through his open office door, rising from his seat behind his desk to shake my hand.
"How are you, Eva?" "I've been better."
His gaze swept over my face.
"You look tired."
"So everyone keeps telling me," I said dryly.
He looked over my shoulder.
"Where's Gideon?" "He had a late meeting, so he's coming separately."
"All right."
He gestured at the sofa.
"This is a nice opportunity for us to talk alone.
Is there anything in particular you'd like to discuss before he arrives?" I settled on the seat and spilled my guts, telling Dr.
Petersen about the amazing trip to the Outer Banks and then the bizarre, inexplicable week we'd had since.
"I just don't get it.
I feel like he's in trouble, but I can't get him to open up at all.
He's completely cut me off emotionally.
Honestly, I'm beginning to get whiplash.
I'm also worried that his change in behavior is because of Corinne.
Every time we've hit one of these walls, it's because of her."
I looked at my fingers, which were twisted around each other.
They reminded me of my mother's habit of twisting handkerchiefs, and I forced my hands to relax.
"It almost seems like she's got some kind of hold on him and he can't break free of it, no matter how he feels about me."
Dr.
Petersen looked up from his typing, studying me.
"Did he tell you that he wasn't going to make his appointment on Tuesday?" "No."
The news hit me hard.
"He didn't say anything."
"He didn't tell me, either.
I wouldn't say that's typical behavior for him, would you?" I shook my head.
Dr.
Petersen crossed his hands in his lap.
"At times, one or both of you will backtrack a bit.
That's to be expected considering the nature of your relationship - you're not just working on you as a couple, but also as individuals so you can be a couple."
"I can't deal with this, though."
I took a deep breath.
"I can't do this yo- yo thing.
It's driving me insane.
The letter I sent him .
It was awful.
All true, but awful.
We've had some really beautiful moments together.
He's said some - " I had to stop a minute, and when I continued, my voice was hoarse.
"He's said some w-wonderful things to me.
I don't want to lose those memories in a bunch of ugly ones.
I keep debating whether I should quit while I'm ahead, but I'm hanging in