Entwined With You

speaking. After a moment, she stopped and left him. He just stood there, staring at the floor, his shoulders slumped as if a great weight pressed down on them.
    I was about to go to him, when Gideon moved first. The moment he stepped outside the waiting room, Giroux lunged at him.
    The thud as the two men collided was teeth-rattling in its violence. The room shook as Gideon slammed into the thick glass wall.
    Someone shouted in surprise, then yelled for security.
    Gideon threw Giroux off and blocked a punch. Then he ducked, avoiding a blow to the face. Jean-François bellowed something, his face contorted with fury and pain.
    Corinne’s father rushed out at the same moment security arrived with stun guns drawn and aimed. Gideon shoved Jean-François off again, defending himself without once throwing a punch of his own. His face was stony, his eyes cold and nearly as lifeless as Giroux’s.
    Giroux shouted at Gideon. With the door left open by Corinne’s father, I caught part of what was said. The word
enfant
needed no translation. Everything inside me went deathly still, all sound lost to the buzzing in my ears.
    Everyone rushed out of the room as both Gideon and Giroux were flex-cuffed and hustled toward a service elevator by the guards. I blinked when Angus appeared in the doorway, certain I was imagining him.
    “Mrs. Cross,” he said softly, approaching me carefully with his cap in his hands.
    Icould only imagine how I looked. I was stuck on the word
baby
and what that could possibly mean. After all, Corinne had been in New York as long as I’d known Gideon … but her husband hadn’t been.
    “I’ve come to take you home.”
    I frowned. “Where’s Gideon?”
    “He texted me and asked me to come get you.”
    My confusion turned into a sharp pain. “But he needs me.”
    Angus took a deep breath, his eyes filled with something that looked like pity. “Come with me, Eva. It’s late.”
    “He doesn’t want me here,” I said flatly, latching on to the one thing I was beginning to comprehend.
    “He wants you home and comfortable.”
    My feet felt rooted to the floor. “Is that what the text said?”
    “That’s what he’s thinking.”
    “You’re being kind.” I started to walk, running on autopilot.
    I passed one of the orderlies picking up the mess made when Giroux had been shoved into a cart of supplies. The way he avoided looking at me seemed to confirm the harsh reality.
    I’d been set aside.

22
    G IDEON DIDN’T COME home that night. When I checked his apartment on my way out to work, I found the beds neatly made.
    Wherever he’d spent the night, it hadn’t been near me. After the revelation of Corinne’s pregnancy, I was stunned that I’d been left on my own with no explanation. I felt like this huge bomb had exploded in front of me and I was left standing in the rumble, alone and confused.
    Angus and the Bentley were waiting for me downstairs when I stepped outside. Irritation simmered. Every time Gideon pulled away from me, he sent Angus in as a surrogate.
    “I should’ve married
you
, Angus,” I muttered, as I slid into the backseat. “You’re always there for me.”
    “Gideon makes sure of it,” he said, before shutting the door.
    Always loyal,
I thought bitterly.
    When I got to work and learned that Megumi was still out sick, Iwas equally concerned about her and relieved for me. It wasn’t like her to miss work—she was always at her desk early—so the repeated absences told me something was really wrong with her. But not having her there meant she couldn’t catch my mood and ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t answer, actually. I had no idea where my husband was, what he was doing or feeling.
    And I was angry and hurt about it. The one thing I
wasn’t
was scared. Gideon was right about marriage fostering a settled feeling. I had a grip on him he’d have to work to break. He couldn’t just disappear or ignore me forever. No matter what, he would have to deal with me at some point. The only question was: When?
    Focusing on work, I willed the hours to rush by. When I got off at five, I still hadn’t heard from Gideon and I hadn’t reached out to him, either. As far as I was concerned,
he
needed to bridge the gap he’d created between us.
    I headed to my Krav Maga class after work, where Parker worked one-on-one with me for an hour.
    “You’re on fire tonight,” he said, when I threw him to the mat for the sixth or seventh time.
    I didn’t tell