tumbling down .
The jolting impact of hitting the floor woke me fully, and an awful sound of pain and fear scraped up through my throat.
"Christ! Eva, damn it.
Don't hurt yourself!" I sucked in air with deep gulps and scrambled toward the bathroom on all fours.
Gideon scooped me up and gripped me to his chest.
"Eva."
"Sick," I gasped, slapping a hand over my mouth as my stomach roiled.
"I've got you," he said grimly, carrying me with brisk, powerful strides.
He took me to the toilet and tossed up the seat.
Kneeling beside me, he held my hair back as I heaved, his warm hand stroking up and down my spine.
"Shh .
angel," he murmured, over and over.
"It's okay.
You're safe."
When my stomach was empty, I flushed the toilet and rested my sweat- drenched face on my forearm, trying to focus on anything but the remnants of my dream.
"Baby girl."
I turned my head to find Cary standing in the threshold of my bathroom, his handsome face marred by a frown.
He was fully dressed in loose jeans and a henley, which made me aware that Gideon was fully dressed, too.
He'd lost the suit earlier when we'd first come back to my apartment, but he wasn't wearing the sweats he had put on then.
Instead he was in jeans and a black T-shirt.
Disoriented by their appearances, I glanced at my watch and saw it was just after midnight.
"What are you guys doing?" "I was just coming in," Cary said.
"And caught up with Cross on his way up."
I looked at Gideon, whose concerned frown matched my roommate's.
"You went out?" Gideon helped me to my feet.
"I told you I had some things to take care of."
Until midnight? "What things?" "It's not important."
I shrugged out of his hold and went to the sink to brush my teeth.
Another secret.
How many did he have? Cary appeared at my elbow, his gaze meeting mine in the reflection of my vanity mirror.