Entwined With You

talked a bit about the Kingsman Vodka campaign, which was mostly a way to emphasize what a good job Waters Field & Leaman had done so the agency could hook more Cross Industries business. Gideon knew the game, of course, and played it well. He was polite, charming, and clearly not a man who could be easily influenced.
    After that, we ran out of things to talk about. Gideon made our excuses.
    “Let’s dance,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to hold you.”
    Wemoved onto the dance floor, where Cary was drawing attention with a stunning redhead. Flashes of a pale, shapely leg could be seen through the risqué slit in her emerald green dress. He moved her into a spin, then a dip. Undeniably suave.
    Trey hadn’t been able to come because of an evening class, and I was sorry about that. I was sorry, too, that I was glad Cary hadn’t brought Tatiana instead. Thinking that way made me feel bitchy, and I seriously disliked catty bitches.
    “Look at me.”
    I tilted my head at Gideon’s command and found his eyes on me. “Hi, ace.”
    With his hand at my back and my hand in his, we swept casually around the dance floor.
    “Crossfire,” he whispered, his gaze hot on my face.
    I touched his cheek with my fingertips. “We’re learning from our mistakes.”
    “You read my mind.”
    “It feels good.”
    He smiled, his eyes so blue and his hair so damn sexy I wanted to run my fingers through it right then and there. He pulled me closer. “Not as good as you feel.”
    We stayed on the dance floor through two songs. Then the music ended when the bandleader turned to the mic and made an announcement: Dinner was about to be served. Seated at our table were my mother and Richard, Cary, a plastic surgeon and his wife, and a guy who said he’d just wrapped up shooting the pilot episode to a new television show he hoped would be picked up for a full-season run.
    The meal was some sort of Asian fusion and I ate everything, because it was good and the portions weren’t that big. Gideon had his hand on my thigh beneath the table, his thumb rubbing lightly in small circles that made me squirm.
    He leaned over. “Sit still.”
    “Stopit,” I whispered back.
    “Keep wiggling and I’ll put my fingers inside you.”
    “You wouldn’t dare.”
    He smirked. “Try me and see.”
    Because I wouldn’t put it past him, I sat still, even though it killed me.
    “Excuse me,” Cary said abruptly, pushing back from the table.
    I watched him walk away and caught his gaze lingering on a nearby table. When the redhead in green followed him out of the room a few moments later, I wasn’t too surprised, but I was very disappointed. I knew the situation with Tatiana was stressing him out and I knew mindless sex was Cary’s cure-all, but it also fucked with his self-esteem and led to more problems than it fixed.
    It was good that we were only a couple days away from seeing Dr. Travis.
    Leaning into Gideon, I whispered, “Cary and I are going to San Diego this weekend.”
    His head swiveled toward me. “You’re telling me this
now
?”
    “Well, between your exes and my ex, my parents, Cary, and everything else, it keeps slipping my mind! I figured I’d better tell you before I forgot again.”
    “Angel …” He shook his head.
    “Hang on.” I pushed to my feet. I needed to remind him that Brett had a tour stop in San Diego at the same time, but I had to catch Cary first.
    He looked at me quizzically as he stood.
    “Be right back,” I told him, adding very quietly, “Got some cockblocking to do.”
    “Eva—”
    I heard the warning in his tone and ignored it, lifting my skirt and hurrying after Cary. I’d just made it past the ballroom entrance, when I ran into a familiar face.
    “Magdalene,”I said in surprise, stopping. “I didn’t know you were here.”
    “Gage was wrapped up in a project, so we ran a little late. Missed dinner entirely, but at least I got my hands on one of those chocolate mousse things they served for dessert.”
    “Kick-ass,” I agreed.
    “Totally.” Magdalene smiled.
    I thought to myself that she looked really good. Softer, sweeter. Still stunning and sultry in a one-shouldered red lace dress, her dark hair framing a delicate face and crimson lips. Getting away from Christopher Vidal had done her a lot of good. And having a new man in her life surely helped. I remembered her mentioning a guy named Gage when she’d visited me at work a couple weeks before.
    “I saw you with Gideon,” she