I felt a sharp twinge in my belly at hearing we'd be apart that long.
Most couples didn't spend every free moment together, but we weren't like most people.
We both had hang- ups, insecurities, and an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep us functioning properly.
I hated being apart from him.
I rarely went more than a couple of hours without thinking of him.
"You can't stand the thought, either," he said quietly, studying me in that way he had that saw everything.
"By Sunday we'll both be worthless."
I blew on the surface of my coffee, then took a quick sip.
I was unsettled at the thought of going the entire weekend without him.
Worse, I hated the thought of him spending that amount of time away from me.
He had a world of choices and possibilities out there, women who weren't so screwed up and difficult to be with.
Still, I managed to say, "We both know that's not exactly healthy, Gideon."
"Says who? No one else knows what it's like to be us."
Okay, I'd give him that.
"We need to get to work," I said, knowing this impasse was going to drive both of us crazy all day.
We'd sort it out later, but for now we were stuck with it.
Resting his hip against the counter, he crossed his ankles and stubbornly settled in.
"What we need is for you to come with me."
"Gideon."
My foot began to tap against the travertine tile.
"I can't just give up my life for you.
If I turn into arm candy, you'll get bored real quick.
Hell, I'd get sick of myself.
It shouldn't kill us to spend a couple days straightening out other parts of our lives, even if we hate doing it."
His gaze captured mine.
"You're too much trouble to be arm candy."
"Takes a troublemaker to know one."
Gideon straightened, shrugging off his brooding sensuality and instantly capturing me with his severe intensity.
So mercurial - like me.
"You've gotten a lot of press lately, Eva.