"I want to know what's wrong with Gideon.
He's had a total personality transplant in the last thirty-six hours!" "Maybe it's this."
I lifted my head off the pillow and saw him pointing at something on his bedside table.
Rolling to my feet, I checked it out - a local g*y periodical.
"Trey brought that over today," he said.Cary's picture capped a front-page piece covering his attack - including speculation that the assault might have been a hate crime.
His living situation with me and my romantic entanglement with Gideon Cross were mentioned, for no other reason, it seemed, than for a salacious punch.
"It's on their website, too," he added quietly.
"I figure someone at the agency gossiped, and it spread and turned into someone's political crap.
Honestly, I'm having a hard time imagining Cross giving a shit - " "About your sexual orientation? He doesn't.
He's not like that."
"But his PR people might feel differently.
Could be why he wants to keep you under the radar.
And if he's worried that someone might go after you to get to me, that explains why he wants to keep you tucked away and off the streets."
"Why wouldn't he tell me that?" I set the paper down.
"Why is he being such a prick? Everything was so wonderful while we were gone.
He was wonderful.
I thought we'd turned a corner.
I kept thinking he wasn't anything like the man I'd first met, and now he's worse.
There's this .
I don't know.
He's a million miles away from me now.
I don't understand it."
"I'm not the guy to ask, Eva."
Cary grabbed my hand and squeezed.
"He's the one with the answers."
"You're right."
I went to my purse and pulled out my phone.
"I'll be back in a bit."
I went to the little enclosed balcony off the visitors' waiting area and called Gideon.
The phone rang and rang, eventually going to voice mail.