So did the look of confusion on his face when I met his gaze.
"You don't?" "If that's what it was, it wasn't conscious.
I wasn't looking for her in other women.
I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you."
My hands slid down his lapels as relief filled me.
Maybe he hadn't been consciously looking for her, but even if he had, I couldn't be more different from Corinne in appearance and temperament.
I was unique to him; a woman apart from his others in every way.
I wished that could be enough to kill my jealousy.
"Maybe it wasn't a preference so much as a pattern."
I smoothed his frown line with a fingertip.
"You should ask Dr.
Petersen when we see him tonight.
I wish I had more answers after all my years of therapy, but I don't.
There's a lot that's inexplicable between us, isn't there? I still have no idea what you see in me that's hooked you."
"It's what you see in me, angel," he said quietly, his features softening.
"That you can know what I have in me and still want me as much as I want you.
I go to sleep every night afraid I'll wake up and you'll be gone.
Or that I scared you away .
that I dreamed you - ""No.
Gideon."
Jesus.
He broke my heart every day.
Shattered me.
"I know I don't tell you how I feel about you in the same way you tell me, but you have me.
You know that."
"Yes, I know you love me, Gideon."
Insanely.
Outrageously.
Obsessively.
Just like my feelings for him."I'm caught up with you, Eva."