I saw Angus and the Bentley at the curb at the same moment I heard Gideon snap out my name like a whipcrack behind me. I faced him as he joined us on the sidewalk with his face impassive and his gaze icy.
"I'm going to lunch with my boss," I told him, my chin lifting.
"Where are you headed, Garrity?" Gideon asked without taking his eyes off me.
"Bryant Park Grill."
"I'll see that she gets there." With that, he took my arm and steered me firmly toward the Bentley and the rear door that Angus held open for me. Gideon crowded in behind me, forcing me to scramble across the seat. The door shut and we were off.
I yanked the skirt of my sheath dress back into place. "What are you doing? Besides embarrassing me in front of my boss!"
He draped one arm over the back of the seat and leaned toward me. "Is Cary in love with you?"
"What? No!"
"Have you f**ked him?"
"Have you lost your mind?" Mortified, I shot a glance at Angus and found him acting like he was deaf. "Screw you, billionaire playboy with your bevy of beautiful socialites."
"So you did see the photos."
I was so mad I was panting. The nerve. I turned my head away, dismissing him and his idiotic accusations. "Cary's like a brother to me. You know that."
"Ah, but what are you to him? The photos were amazingly clear, Eva. I know love when I see it."
Angus slowed for a herd of pedestrians crossing the street. I shoved the door open and looked at Gideon over my shoulder, letting him take a good look at my face. "Obviously, you don't."
I slammed the door shut and set off briskly, righteous in my anger. I'd fought back my own questions and jealousy with herculean effort, and what did I get for it? An irrationally pissed-off Gideon.
"Eva. Stop right there."
I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and raced up the short steps into Bryant Park, a lushly green and tranquil oasis in the midst of the city. Just crossing up and over from the sidewalk was like being transported to a completely different realm. Dwarfed by the towering skyscrapers surrounding it, Bryant Park was a garden land behind a beautiful old library. A place where time slowed, children laughed over the innocent joy of a carousel ride, and books were treasured companions.
Unfortunately for me, the gorgeous ogre from one world chased me into the other. Gideon caught me by the waist.
"Don't run," he hissed in my ear.
"You're acting like a nut job."
"Maybe because you drive me f**king crazy." His arms tightened into steel bands. "You're mine. Tell me Cary knows that."
"Right. Like Magdalene knows you're mine." I wished he had something near my mouth that I could bite. "You're causing a scene."
"We could've done this in my office, if you weren't so damned stubborn."
"I had plans, asshat. And you're f**king them up for me." My voice broke, tears welling as I felt the number of eyes on us. I was going to get fired for being an embarrassing spectacle. "You're f**king up everything."
Gideon instantly released me, turning me to face him. His grip on my shoulders ensured I still couldn't get away.
"Christ." He crushed me against him, his lips in my hair. "Don't cry. I'm sorry."
I beat my fist against his chest, which was as effectual as hitting a rock wall. "What's wrong with you? You can go out with a catty bitch who calls me a whore and thinks she's going to marry you, but I can't have lunch with a dear friend who's been pulling for you from the beginning?"
"Eva." He cupped the back of my head with one hand and pressed his cheek to my temple. "Maggie just happened to be at the same restaurant where I had dinner with my business associates."
"I don't care. You want to talk about a look on someone's face. The look on yours...How could you look at her like that after what she said to me?"
"Angel..." His lips moved ardently over my face. "That look was for you. Maggie caught me outside and I told her I was heading home to you. I can't help how I look when I'm thinking about us being alone together."