Reflected in You: A Crossfire Novel

charming. “And I’ll keep in touch.”
    I made my way through the Crossfire’s revolving doors and headed for the turnstiles.
    One of the black-suited security guards at the desk stopped me. “Miss Tramell.” He smiled. “Could you come with me, please?”
    Curious, I followed him to the security office where I’d originally gotten my employee badge when I was hired. He opened the door for me, and Gideon was waiting inside.
    Leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed, he looked beautiful and fuckable and wryly amused. The door shut behind me and he sighed, shaking his head.
    “Are there other people in my life you plan on harassing on my behalf?” he asked.
    “Are you spying on me again?”
    “Keeping a protective eye on you.”
    I arched a brow at him. “And how do you know if I harassed him or not?”
    His faint smile widened. “Because I know you.”
    “Well, I didn’t harass him. Really. I didn’t,” I argued when he shot me a look of disbelief. “I was going to, but then I didn’t. And why are we in this room?”
    “Are you on some kind of crusade, angel?”
    We were talking around each other, and I wasn’t sure why. And I didn’t care, because something else struck me as more significant.
    “Do you realize that your reaction to my lunch with Christopher is very calm? And so is my reaction to your spending time with Corinne? We’re both reacting totally different from the way we would have just a month ago.”
    He was different. He smiled, and there was something unique about that warm curving of his lips. “We trust each other, Eva. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
    “Trusting you doesn’t mean I’m any less baffled by what’s going on between us. Why are we hiding in this office?”
    “Plausible deniability.” Gideon straightened and came to me. Cupping my face in his hands, he tilted my head back and kissed me sweetly. “I love you.”
    “You’re getting good at saying that.”
    He ran his fingers through my new bangs. “Remember that night, when you had your nightmare and I was out late? You wondered where I was.”
    “I still wonder.”
    “I was at the hotel, clearing out that room. My fuck pad, as you called it. Explaining that while you were puking your guts out didn’t seem to be the appropriate time.”
    My breath left me in a rush. It was a relief to know where he’d been. An even bigger relief to know that the fuck pad was no more.
    His gaze was soft as he looked at me. “I’d completely forgotten about it until it came up with Dr. Petersen. We both know I’ll never use it again. My girl prefers modes of transportation to beds.”
    He smiled and walked out. I stared after him.
    The security guard filled the open doorway and I shoved aside my roiling thoughts to examine later, when I had the time to really grasp where they were leading me.
    * * *
     
    On the walk home, I picked up a bottle of sparkling apple juice in lieu of champagne. I saw the Bentley every now and then, following along, ever ready to pull over and pick me up. It used to irritate me, because the lingering connection it represented deepened my confusion over my breakup with Gideon. Now, the sight of it made me smile.
    Dr. Petersen had been right. Abstinence and some space had cleared my head. Somehow, the distance between me and Gideon had made us stronger, made us appreciate each other more and take less for granted. I loved him more now than I ever had, and I felt that way while I was planning on a night just hanging out with my roommate, having no idea where Gideon was or who he might be with. It didn’t matter. I knew I was in his thoughts, in his heart.
    My phone rang and I pulled it out of my purse. Seeing my mother’s name on the screen, I answered with, “Hi, Mom.”
    “I don’t understand what they’re looking for!” she complained, sounding angry and tearful. “They won’t leave Richard alone. They went to his offices today and took copies of the security tapes.”
    “The detectives?”
    “Yes. They’re relentless. What do they want?”
    I turned the corner to reach my street. “To catch a killer. They probably just want to see Nathan coming and going. Check the timing or something.”
    “That’s ridiculous!”
    “Yeah, it’s also just a guess. Don’t worry. There’s nothing to find because Stanton’s innocent. Everything will be okay.”
    “He’s been so good about this, Eva,” she said softly. “He’s so good to me.”
    I sighed, hearing the