More than anything else, his rejection of my touch wounded me deeply.
"Tell me what's going on.
If there's a problem - " "The problem is that I don't know where the hell you are half the time!" he snapped, turning to scowl at me as the elevator doors opened.
"Your roommate is in the hospital.
Your dad is coming to visit.
Just .
focus on that."
I stepped into the elevator with burning eyes.
Aside from pulling me out of the elevator when it first arrived, Gideon hadn't touched me.
He hadn't run his fingertips down my cheek or made any attempt to kiss me.
And he made no mention of wanting to see me later, skipping right over the rest of the day to tell me about Angus waiting for me in the morning.
I'd never been so confused.
I couldn't figure out what was happening, why there was suddenly this huge gulf between us, why Gideon was so tense and angry, why he didn't seem to care that I'd had lunch with Brett.
Why he didn't seem to care about anything at all.
The doors started to close.
Trust me, Eva.
Had he breathed those words in the second before the doors shut? Or did I just wish that he had? * * *
The moment I walked into Cary's private room, he knew I was running on fumes.
I'd endured a tough Krav Maga session with Parker, then stopped by the apartment only long enough to shower and eat a tasteless instant- ramen meal.
The shock of the salt and carbs to my system after a day without food was more than enough to exhaust me past the point of no return.
"You look like shit," he said, muting the television.
"Look who's talking," I shot back, feeling too raw to take any criticism.
"I got hit with a baseball bat.
What's your excuse?" I arranged the pillow and scratchy blanket on my cot, then told him about my day from beginning to end.
"And I haven't heard from Gideon since," I finished wearily.
"Even Brett got in touch with me after lunch.
He left an envelope at the security desk with his phone number in it."
He'd also included the cash I left at the restaurant.
"Are you going to call him?" Cary asked.
"I don't want to think about Brett!" I sprawled on my back on the cot and shoved my hands through my hair.