"How about you, Mr.
Cross?" Michna's gaze moved to Gideon.
"Would you mind telling us where you were yesterday?" Gideon moved from his position behind the couch.
"Why don't we talk while I show you out?" I stared at him, but he still wouldn't look at me.
What else didn't he want me to know? How much was he hiding from me?Ireland's fingers threaded with mine.
Cary sat on one side of me and Ireland on the other, while the man I loved stood several feet away and hadn't glanced at me in almost half an hour.
I felt like a cold rock had settled in my gut.
The detectives took down my phone numbers, then left with Gideon.
I watched the three of them walk out, saw my dad eyeing Gideon with a hard speculative look.
"Maybe he was buying you an engagement ring," Ireland whispered.
"And he doesn't want to blow the surprise."
I squeezed her hand for being sweet and thinking so highly of her brother.
I hoped he never let her down or disillusioned her.
The way I was now disillusioned.
Gideon and I were nothing - we had nothing together - if he couldn't be honest with me.
Why hadn't he told me about Nathan? Releasing Cary and Ireland, I stood and went into the kitchen.
My dad followed me.
"Want to fill me in with what's going on?" he asked.
"I have no idea.
This is all news to me."
He leaned his hip into the counter and studied me.
"What's the history with you and Nathan Barker? You heard his name and looked like you were going to pass out."
I started rinsing off the dishes and loading the dishwasher.
"He was a bully, Dad.
That's all.
He didn't like that his dad remarried, and he especially didn't like that his new stepmom already had a kid."
"Why would Gideon have anything to do with him?" "That's a really good question."
As I gripped the edge of the sink, I bowed my head and closed my eyes.
That was what had driven the wedge between me and Gideon - Nathan.
I knew it.