"My roommate's really sick right now and I need to be around for him as much as possible."
"You've got my number."
He smiled and kissed the back of my hand, a gesture I'm sure he thought was charming.
"And I'll keep in touch."
I made my way through the Crossfire's revolving doors and headed for the turnstiles.
One of the black-suited security guards at the desk stopped me.
"Miss Tramell."
He smiled.
"Could you come with me, please?" Curious, I followed him to the security office where I'd originally gotten my employee badge when I was hired.
He opened the door for me, and Gideon was waiting inside.
Leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed, he looked beautiful and f**kable and wryly amused.
The door shut behind me and he sighed, shaking his head.
"Are there other people in my life you plan on harassing on my behalf?" he asked.
"Are you spying on me again?" "Keeping a protective eye on you."
I arched a brow at him.
"And how do you know if I harassed him or not?" His faint smile widened.
"Because I know you."
"Well, I didn't harass him.
Really.
I didn't," I argued when he shot me a look of disbelief.
"I was going to, but then I didn't.
And why are we in this room?" "Are you on some kind of crusade, angel?" We were talking around each other, and I wasn't sure why.
And I didn't care, because something else struck me as more significant.
"Do you realize that your reaction to my lunch with Christopher is very calm? And so is my reaction to your spending time with Corinne? We're both reacting totally different from the way we would have just a month ago."
He was different.
He smiled, and there was something unique about that warm curving of his lips.
"We trust each other, Eva.
It feels good, doesn't it?""Trusting you doesn't mean I'm any less baffled by what's going on between us.
Why are we hiding in this office?" "Plausible deniability."
Gideon straightened and came to me.