Rush

here.
    After a moment, she let out a breathy sigh and he felt her relax into his hold. Her
     soft even breathing filled the room signaling her sleep. Or at least that she was
     on her way.
    But he didn’t sleep. Didn’t close his eyes. Because every time he tried, all he saw
     was the look on Mia’s face when another man had forced his touch on her.

chapter thirty-one
    The next morning when Mia awakened, Gabe wasn’t in bed with her. She felt the loss,
     but she was also relieved because she wasn’t sure she could face him yet. There were
     too many things she had to say and she wasn’t entirely certain how she was going to
     say them. Maybe that made her a coward. But she knew that what she had to say could
     very well mean the end of her relationship with Gabe.
    She was still lying under the covers, hugged up to Gabe’s pillow, deciding whether
     to move or not when Gabe appeared in the doorway, a breakfast tray in his hands.
    “Are you hungry?” he asked in a quiet, serious tone. “I ordered breakfast.”
    She was surprised by how nervous he seemed. There was worry in his eyes and genuine
     concern for her. And regret shone, darkening his gaze every time he looked at her.
     Her heart twisted and she closed her eyes to block out images from the night before.
    “Mia?”
    She opened her eyes to find him standing by the bed still holding the tray. She pushed
     herself upward, propping pillows behind her back so she could sit up to eat.
    “Thank you,” she murmured when he placed the tray across her legs.
    He eased down on the bed beside her and thumbed over her bruised lip. She winced when
     he hit a particularly tender spot, and his gaze was immediately apologetic.
    “Will you be able to eat?” he asked in a low voice.
    She nodded and then looked down and picked up her fork, no longer able to hold his
     gaze.
    “I’ve cancelled all our business engagements.”
    Her gaze shot upward, a frown gathering her brows. Before she could respond, he continued,
     as if she hadn’t reacted at all.
    “I’ve arranged our flight back home for tomorrow morning first thing. But today, I’m
     going to take you to see Paris. The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Louvre and whatever
     else you want to see. I have reservations for dinner at seven. A bit early by Paris
     standards, but we depart early and I want you to be rested.”
    “That sounds wonderful,” she said huskily.
    The joy and relief in his eyes was staggering. He opened his mouth as if to say something
     further, and then he clamped it shut again.
    She couldn’t imagine why he’d cancelled his business engagements. The sole purpose
     of their visit was business and the upcoming hotel. But a day in Paris with Gabe was
     something straight out of one of her fantasies.
    No business. No strange men. Nothing but the two of them having fun and enjoying their
     time together. It sounded like heaven. And for a brief time, she could ignore the
     strain between them. She could pretend that last night didn’t happen.
    It wouldn’t go away. It had to be addressed. But she’d take the respite offered, and
     she’d face what it was she needed to say to Gabe later. Because when that time came,
     it might well be the end of their relationship.
    While Gabe watched, his gaze lingering on her, worry still evident in his eyes, she
     hurriedly ate, wanting to have as much time to explore the city as possible. One day
     to take in Paris? Impossible. But she’d take as big a chunk out of it as she could.
    After she finished, she dressed and pulled her hair back into a clip. She didn’t bother
     with makeup. She’d brought her favorite pair of jeans and now she was grateful she
     had.
    “It’s cold out this morning. Did you bring something warm to wear?” Gabe asked.
    He was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching as she pulled on her
     jeans.
    “We can always go buy what you need. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
    She smiled. “I have a sweater. And if we’re walking a lot, that’ll keep me warm.”
    His breath left his throat in an audible rush. “God you’re beautiful when you smile.”
    Surprised by the compliment and by the absolute sincerity in his voice, she smiled
     more broadly and then ducked her head self-consciously.
    After pulling on her socks and her tennis shoes, she retrieved the button-up sweater
     and put it on, leaving it open in the front.
    Gabe was dressed and ready, and they headed down to the lobby of the hotel