"I don't find anything even remotely funny about this.
In fact, I don't think I've ever been this pissed off at a woman.
You come in here with your half-assed accusations and self- righteous bullshit - " "I am righteous!" I twisted around and ducked beneath his arm, putting some much-needed distance between us.
Being close to him hurt too much.
"I would never cheat on you! If I wanted to f**k around, I'd break it off with you first."
Leaning into the door, Gideon crossed his arms.
His shirt remained untucked and open at the collar, a look I found hot and tempting, which only made me angrier.
"You think I cheated on you?" His tone was clipped and icy.
I sucked in a deep breath to get through the pain of imagining him with Corinne on the sofa behind me.
"Explain to me why she was here at the Crossfire, looking like she did.
Why your office looks like this.
Why you look like that."
His gaze went to the couch, then to the cushion on the floor, then back to me.
"I don't know why Corinne was here or why she looked like that.
I haven't seen her since last night, when you were with me."
Last night seemed like it'd happened forever ago.
I wished that it had never happened at all.
"But I wasn't with you," I pointed out.
"She batted her eyelashes and said she wanted to introduce you to someone, and you left me standing there."
"Christ."
His eyes blazed.
"Not this again."
I swiped angrily at a tear that slid down my cheek.
He growled.
"You think I went with her because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?" "I don't know, Gideon.
You ditched me.
You're the one with the answers."
"You ditched me first."
My mouth fell open.
"I did not!" "The hell you didn't.