My eyes closed.
It was irritating how he read my mind.
"Either way, it doesn't change the fact that you're keeping secrets."
"Secrets are something we can work through; cheating isn't."
I rubbed at the ache behind my forehead.
"You're right about that."
"There's only you, Eva."
His voice was clipped and hard.
A tremor moved through me at the fury underlying his words.
He was still angry that I'd doubted him.
Oh well.
I was still angry, too.
"I'll be ready at five."
He was prompt, as usual.
While I put my computer to sleep and grabbed my belongings, he spoke with Mark about the ongoing work on the Kingsman Vodka account.
I watched Gideon furtively.
He cut an imposing figure with his tall, leanly muscular frame in his dark suit and carried himself in a way that projected impenetrability, yet I'd seen him terribly vulnerable.
I was in love with that tender, deeply emotional man.
And I resented the fa?ade and his attempts to hide himself from me.
Turning his head, he caught me staring.
I saw a glimpse of my beloved Gideon in his wild blue gaze, which briefly exposed a helpless yearning.
Then he was gone, replaced by the cool mask.
"Ready?" It was so obvious that he was holding something back, and it killed me to have that gulf between us.
To know there were things he wouldn't trust me with.
As we exited through reception, Megumi rested her chin on her fist and gave a dramatic sigh.
"She's crushing on you, Cross," I murmured, as we made our way out and he hit the call button for the elevator.
"Whatever."
He snorted.
"What does she know about me?" "I've been asking myself that same question all day," I said quietly.
That time, I was certain he winced.