Angus opened the door. She pulled away, then got out of the car anyway. She spun through the revolving doors and left me staring after her.
“Jesus.”
Ducking down, Angus peered in at me. “Couples therapy means the both of you.”
I glared at him. “Stop enjoying this.”
The smile in his eyes curved his lips into a broad grin. “She loves you, lad, whether you like it or naw.”
“Of course I like it,” I muttered, glancing over my shoulder to check the traffic before opening my door and stepping out. I rounded the trunk. “That doesn’t mean she’s not a loose cannon.”
Angus shut the door. A rare summer breeze ruffled the graying red hair that peeked out from beneath his chauffeur’s hat. “Sometimes you’ll lead, sometimes you’ll follow. Expect you’ll grumble about the following part for a while yet.”
I growled, exasperated. “She talked to Chris.”
His brows rose with surprise even as he nodded. “I saw him go in.”
“Why won’t she leave it the hell alone?” I stepped onto the sidewalk, tugging my vest into place and wishing I could straighten my thoughts as easily. “She can’t change the past.”
“It’s not the past she’s thinking of.” He set his hand briefly on my shoulder. “It’s the future.”
—
I found Eva pacing in Dr. Petersen’s office, her hands waving as she spoke. The good doctor sat in his customary chair, his attention on his tablet as he took notes.
“The whole situation makes me so mad,” she seethed. Then she caught sight of me standing in the doorway and paused midstride.
“Gideon.” A brilliant smile lit up her beautiful face.
There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to put that happy look on her. The fact that she smiled like that just because she saw me . . .
“Eva. Doctor.” I took a seat on the sofa. How much had she told him?
Dr. Petersen followed me with his gaze. “Hello, Gideon. I’m glad you could join us after all.”
I patted the cushion next to me and waited for Eva to sit.
“We’re making plans to move back into the penthouse on Fifth with Cary,” I said smoothly once she’d settled beside me, deflecting the conversation into territory I was more comfortable addressing. “I expect it will be a rocky transition for all of us.”
Eva gaped.
Dr. Petersen set his stylus down. “Eva was just telling me about a visit with your stepfather. I would like to hear more about that before we move on.”
I linked my fingers with Eva’s. “It’s not open for discussion.”
She stared at me. I turned my head to meet her gaze and my breath left me in a pained rush.
The new look on her face made me ache for a different reason altogether.
The session had barely started and already it couldn’t end soon enough for me.
—
I told Angus to take us home—to the penthouse.
It was obvious Eva was lost in her own thoughts by the surprise she displayed when the valet opened the door for her. We were in the subterranean garage beneath the building.
She glanced at me.