"Okay," I agreed.
"Which hotel is yours?" "I have a few.
You can take your pick."
He turned his head to look out the window.
"Scott will e-mail you the list.
When you've decided, let him know and he'll make the arrangements.
We'll fly out together and return together."
Leaning my shoulder into the seat, I took a drink of my coffee and noted the way his hand was fisted on his thigh.
In the tinted window's reflection, Gideon's face was impassive, but I could feel his moodiness.
"Thank you," I murmured.
"Don't.
I'm not happy about this, Eva."
A muscle in his jaw twitched.
"Your roommate f**ks up and I have to spend the weekend without you."
Hating that he was unhappy, I took his coffee from him and set our travel mugs in the backseat cup holders.
Then I climbed into his lap, straddling him.
I draped my arms around his shoulders.
"I appreciate you bending on this, Gideon.
It means a lot to me."
He caught me in his fierce blue gaze.
"I knew you were going to drive me insane the moment I saw you."
I smiled, recalling how we'd met.
"Sprawled on my ass on the lobby floor of the Crossfire Building?" "Before.
Outside."
Frowning, I asked, "Outside where?" "On the sidewalk."
Gideon gripped my hips, squeezing in that possessive, commanding way of his that made me ache for him.
"I was leaving for a meeting.
A minute later and I would've missed you.
I'd just gotten into the car when you came around the corner."
I remembered the Bentley idling at the curb that day.