I cried over Gideon in the privacy of my room, staring at the collage of photos that used to be on my desk at work.
I missed the weight of his ring on my finger and the sound of his voice.
I missed the feel of his hands and lips on me and the tenderly possessive way he took care of me.
When Monday came around, I left the apartment as New Eva.
With smoky eyes, pink lips, and my new bouncy layered cut, I felt like I could pretend to be someone else for the day.
Someone who wasn't heartbroken and lost and angry.
I saw the Bentley when I stepped outside, but Angus didn't bother to exit the car, knowing I wouldn't accept a ride.
It puzzled me that Gideon would have him wasting his time hanging around, just in case I might have him drive me somewhere.
It didn't make any sense unless Gideon was feeling guilty.
I hated guilt, hated that it afflicted so many of the people in my life.
I wish they'd just drop it and move on.
Like I was trying to do.
The morning at Waters Field & Leaman went by swiftly, because I had Will, the new assistant, to help out as well as my regular work to do.
I was glad that he wasn't afraid to ask lots of questions, because he kept me too busy to count the seconds, minutes, and hours since the last time I'd seen Gideon.
"You look good, Eva," Mark said when I first joined him in his office.
"Are you doing all right?" "Not really.
But I'll get there."
He leaned forward, setting his elbows on his desk.
"Steven and I broke up once, about a year and a half into our relationship.
We'd had a rough couple weeks and decided it'd be easier to let it go.
It was f**king awful," he said vehemently.
"I hated every minute of it.
Getting up every morning was a monumental feat and he was in the same shape.
So anyway .
if you need anything .
" "Thank you.
The best thing you can do for me right now is keep me busy.
I just don't want any time to think about anything but work."
"I can do that."
When lunch came around, Will and I grabbed Megumi and we headed to a nearby pizza place.