Entwined With You

never failed to get my back up. “Doesn’t it bother you that Gideon Cross buries his sins under all his money?”
    So Gideon had been right about Ian Hager disappearing once he’d gotten paid. “If I really thought you were after the truth, I’d give it to you.”
    “It’sall true, Eva. I’ve talked to Corinne Giroux.”
    “Oh? How’s her husband?”
    Deanna laughed. “Gideon should hire you to manage his public image.”
    That struck uncomfortably close to home. “Why don’t you just go to his office and chew him out? Let him have it. Throw a drink in his face or slap him.”
    “He wouldn’t care. It wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference to him.”
    I wiped at the sweat still sliding down my temples and admitted that might be true. I knew damn well Gideon could be a coldhearted ass. “Either way, you’d probably feel a whole lot better.”
    Deanna snatched her towel off the bench. “I know exactly what’ll make me feel better. Enjoy the rest of your workout, Eva. I’m sure we’ll be talking again soon.”
    She sauntered off and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on to something. It made me twitchy not knowing what it was.
    “Okay, I’m done,” Megumi said, joining me. “Who was that?”
    “No one important.” My stomach chose that moment to growl, loudly announcing that I’d burned off the boeuf bourguignon I’d had for lunch.
    “Working out always makes me hungry, too. You want to grab dinner?”
    “Sure.” We set off toward the showers, skirting equipment and other members. “I’ll call Cary and see if he wants to join us.”
    “Oh, yes.” She licked her lips. “Have I told you I think he’s delicious?”
    “More than once.” I waved bye to Daniel before we left the floor.
    We reached the locker room and Megumi tossed her towel in the discard bin just inside the entrance. I paused before dropping mine, my thumb rubbing over the embroidered CrossTrainer logo. I thought of the towels hanging in Gideon’s bathroom.
    Maybenext time I’d be calling him, too, asking him to join friends and me for dinner.
    Maybe the worst was over.
    W E found an Indian restaurant near the gym and Cary showed up for dinner with Trey, the two of them walking in with their hands linked together. Our table was right in front of the street-level window by the entrance, which lent the pulse of the city to our dining experience.
    We sat on cushions on the floor, drank a little too much wine, and let Cary run commentary on the people passing by. I could almost see little hearts in Trey’s eyes when he looked at my best friend, and I was happy to see Cary being openly affectionate in return. When Cary was really into someone, he held himself back from touching him or her. I deliberately chose to see his frequent, casual touching with Trey as a sign of the two men growing closer, rather than Cary losing interest.
    Megumi got another call from Michael while we were eating, which she ignored. When Cary asked if she was playing hard to get, she told him the story.
    “If he calls again, let me answer it,” he said.
    “Oh, God, no,” I groaned.
    “What?” Cary blinked innocently. “I can say she’s too tied up to get to the phone and Trey can bark out sex commands in the background.”
    “Diabolical!” Megumi rubbed her hands together. “Michael’s not the right guy for that, but I’m sure I’ll take you up on that offer someday, knowing my luck with men.”
    Shaking my head, I dug stealthily into my purse for the burner phone and was bummed to see there was still no reply from Gideon.
    Cary made a show of peering over the table. “You hoping for a booty call from loverman?”
    “What?” Megumi’s mouth fell open. “You’re seeing someone and didn’t tell me?”
    Ishot a narrow-eyed look at Cary. “It’s complicated.”
    “It’s the total opposite of complicated,” Cary drawled, rocking back on his pillow. “It’s straight-up lust.”
    “What about Cross?” she asked.
    “Who?” Cary shot back.
    Megumi persisted. “He wants her back.”
    It was Cary’s turn to glare at me. “When did you talk to him?”
    I shook my head. “He called Mom. And he didn’t say he wanted me back.”
    Cary’s smile was sly. “Would you ditch your new loverman for a repeat with Cross, the marathon man?”
    Megumi poked me in the leg. “Gideon Cross is a marathon man in bed? Holy shit … And he looks like that. Jesus.” She fanned herself with her hand.
    “Can we
please
stop