Entwined With You

wanted to be there for you. You took off to
another state
and didn’t call … didn’t say anything.”
    His jaw tightened. “And I didn’t sleep. It took every minute I had and too many favors to count to get that injunction done in the time I had to work with. You have to trust me, Eva. Even if you don’t understand what I’m doing, trust that I’m always thinking of you and doing what’s best for you. For us.”
    I looked away, hating that answer. “Corinne’s pregnant.”
    He exhaled harshly. “She was, yes. Four months along.”
    One word chilled me. “Was?”
    “She miscarried as the doctors were treating the overdose. I’m choosing to believe she didn’t know about the baby.”
    I searched his face and tried to hide the pitiful relief on my own. “Four months? The baby was Giroux’s, then.”
    “I would hope so,” he said curtly. “He seems to think it was his, and that I’m responsible for her losing it.”
    “Jesus.”
    Gideon’s head dropped to my lap, his cheek resting on my thigh. “She
had
to be clueless. She couldn’t risk a baby over something so stupid.”
    “I won’t let you blame yourself for this, Gideon,” I told him sternly.
    He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Christ. Am I cursed?”
    I hated Corinne so much in that moment I felt violent. She’d knownGideon’s father had committed suicide. If she knew Gideon at all, she would know how much her attempt would devastate him.
    “You are not responsible for this.” I ran my fingers through his hair, offering comfort. “Do you hear me? Only Corinne is responsible for what happened.
She’ll
have to live with what she’s done, not you and me.”
    “Eva.” He hugged me, his breath warm through the silk of my robe.
    A quarter hour after Gideon left me in the bathroom to take a call from Raúl, I was still standing at the vanity, staring into the sink.
    “You’ll be late for work,” he said gently, joining me and hugging me from behind.
    “I’m thinking about just calling in.” I never did that, but I was tired and feeling worn out. I couldn’t imagine pulling it together enough to give my job the focus it deserved.
    “You could, but it won’t look good when you’re photographed at the gala tonight.”
    I looked at him in the mirror. “We’re not going!”
    “Yes, we are.”
    “Gideon, if that footage of me and Brett gets out, you don’t want your name linked to mine.”
    His body went stiff, and then he turned me around to face him. “Say that again.”
    “You heard me. The Cross name has been through enough, don’t you think?”
    “Angel, I’m as close as I’ve ever been to taking you across my knee. Luckily for you, I don’t play rough when I’m mad.”
    His gruff teasing didn’t distract me from the fact that he was determined to protect the girl I’d been, the girl I was ashamed of. He was willing to stand between me and scandal, shielding me as best he could and taking the hit alongside me, if it came to that.
    Ididn’t think it was possible to love him more than I did, but he kept proving me wrong.
    He cupped my face in his hands. “Whatever we face, we face together. And you’ll do it with my name.”
    “Gideon—”
    “I can’t tell you how proud I am for you to have it.” He brushed his mouth across my brow. “How much it means to me that you’ve taken it and made it yours.”
    “Oh, Gideon.” I pushed onto my tiptoes and surged into him. “I love you so much.”
    I was a half hour late to work and found a temp at Megumi’s desk. I smiled and said hi, but worry ate at me. I popped my head into Mark’s office and apologized profusely for being late. Then I called Megumi’s cell when I got to my cubicle, but she didn’t answer. I headed over to Will’s.
    “Got a question for you,” I said, when I reached him.
    “Let’s hope I have the answer,” he shot back, swiveling in his chair to look up at me through his stylish glasses.
    “Who does Megumi call to say she’s sick?”
    “She reports to Daphne for everything. Why?”
    “I’m just worried. She hasn’t called me back. I’m wondering if I pissed her off somehow.” I shifted on my feet. “I hate not knowing or being able to help.”
    “Well, for what it’s worth, Daphne said she sounds horrible.”
    “That sucks. But thanks.”
    I headed back to my cubicle. Mark gestured me into his office as I walked by.
    “They’re hanging the six-story banner for Tungsten scarves today.”
    “Yeah?”
    He