Corinne knew Gideon well enough to anticipate his moves; it might've been easy for her to plan around his reaction to her unexpected appearance in New York.
Which shed a whole new light on why Magdalene had called me today.
She and Corinne had been talking at the Waldorf when Gideon and I spotted them.
Two women who wanted a man who was with another woman.
Nothing was going to happen for them while I was in the picture, and because of that, I couldn't rule out the possibility that they might be working together.
"I wanted you to hear it from me," he said tightly.
I waved that off, more concerned about what was happening now.
"I saw Corinne get into the Bentley, Gideon.
Right before I came up here."
His other brow rose to match the first.
"Did you?" "Yes, I did.
Can you explain that?" "I can't, no."
Injured fury burned through me.
I suddenly couldn't bear to even look at him.
"Then get out of my way, I have to get back to work."
He didn't move.
"I just want to be clear on something before you go: Do you believe I f**ked her?" Hearing him say it aloud made me flinch.
"I don't know what to believe.
The evidence sure - " "I wouldn't care if the 'evidence' included you finding me and her na**d in a bed together."
He uncoiled so swiftly, I stumbled back in surprise.
He stalked closer.
"I want to know if you think I f**ked her.
If you think I would.
Or could.
Do you?" My foot began to tap, but I didn't retreat.
"Explain the lipstick on your shirt, Gideon."
His jaw tightened.
"No."
"What?" The flat-out refusal sent me into a tailspin.
"Answer my question."