Reflected in You (Crossfire 2)

The guy nearest the control panel stabbed repeatedly at all the numbers, but none of them lit up .

except for the one for the top floor.

"The buttons aren't working."

My pulse quickened.

"Use the emergency phone," one of the other girls said.

The car raced up and the butterflies in my stomach got worse with every floor we passed.

The elevator finally came to a gliding stop at the top and the doors opened.

Gideon stood on the threshold, his face a gorgeous impassive mask.

His eyes were brilliantly blue .

and cold as ice.

The sight of him took my breath away.

No one in the car said a word.

I didn't move, praying the doors would hurry up and close.

Gideon reached in, grabbed my elbow, and hauled me out.

I struggled, too furious to want anything to do with him.

The doors closed behind me and he let me go.

"Your behavior today has been appalling," he growled.

"My behavior? What about yours?" I crossed over to the call buttons and hit the down button.

It wouldn't stay lit.

"I'm talking to you, Eva."

I glanced at the security doors to Cross Industries and was relieved to see that the redheaded receptionist was away from her station.

"Really?" I faced him, hating that I could still find him so irresistibly attractive when he was being so ugly.

"Funny how that doesn't lead to me actually learning anything - like about you going out with Corinne last night."

"You shouldn't be snooping online about me," he bit out.

"You're deliberately trying to find something to get upset about."

"So your actions aren't the problem?" I shot back, feeling the pressure of tears at the back of my throat.

"Just my finding out about them is?"His arms crossed.

"You need to trust me, Eva."

"You're making that impossible! Why didn't you tell me that you were going out to dinner with Corinne?" "Because I knew you wouldn't like it."

"But you did it anyway."

And that hurt.

After all we'd talked about over the weekend .

after he'd said that he understood how I felt .

"And you went out with Brett Kline knowing I wouldn't like it."

"What did I tell you? You're setting the precedent for how I handle my exes."

"Tit for tat? What a remarkable show of maturity."

I stumbled back from him.

There was none of the Gideon I knew in the man facing me.

It felt as if the man I loved had disappeared and the man standing in front of me was a total stranger in Gideon's body.

"You're making me hate you," I whispered.

"Stop it."

Something passed briefly over Gideon's face, but it was gone before I could identify it.

I let his body language do the talking for him.

He stood far from me, with his shoulders stiff and his jaw tight.

My heart bled and my gaze dropped.

"I can't be around you right now.

Let me go."

Gideon moved to the other bank of elevators and pushed the call button.

With his back to me and his attention on the indicator arrow, he said, "Angus will pick you up every morning.

Wait for him.

And I prefer that you eat lunch at your desk.

It's best if you're not running around right now."

"Why not?" "I have a lot of things on my plate at the moment - " "Like dinner with Corinne?" " - and I can't be worrying about you," he went on, ignoring my interruption.

"I don't think I'm asking too much."

Something was wrong.

"Gideon, why won't you talk to me?" I reached out and touched his shoulder, only to have him jerk away as if I'd burned him.

More than anything else, his rejection of my touch wounded me deeply.

"Tell me what's going on.

If there's a problem - " "The problem is that I don't know where the hell you are half the time!" he snapped, turning to scowl at me as the elevator doors opened.

"Your roommate is in the hospital.

Your dad is coming to visit.

Just .

focus on that."

I stepped into the elevator with burning eyes.

Aside from pulling me out of the elevator when it first arrived, Gideon hadn't touched me.

He hadn't run his fingertips down my cheek or made any attempt to kiss me.

And he made no mention of wanting to see me later, skipping right over the rest of the day to tell me about Angus waiting for me in the morning.

I'd never been so confused.

I couldn't figure out what was happening, why there was suddenly this huge gulf between us, why Gideon was so tense and angry, why he didn't seem to care that I'd had lunch with Brett.

Why he didn't seem to care about anything at all.

The doors started to close.

Trust me, Eva.

Had he breathed those words in the second before the doors shut? Or did I just wish that he had? * * *

The moment I walked into Cary's private room, he knew I was running on fumes.

I'd endured a tough Krav Maga session with Parker, then stopped by the apartment only long enough to shower and eat a tasteless instant- ramen meal.

The shock of the salt and carbs to my system after a day without food was more than enough to exhaust me past the point of no return.

"You look like shit," he said, muting the television.

"Look who's talking," I shot back, feeling too raw to take any criticism.

"I got hit with a baseball bat.

What's your excuse?" I arranged the pillow and scratchy blanket on my cot, then told him about my day from beginning to end.

"And I haven't heard from Gideon since," I finished wearily.

"Even Brett got in touch with me after lunch.

He left an envelope at the security desk with his phone number in it."

He'd also included the cash I left at the restaurant.

"Are you going to call him?" Cary asked.

"I don't want to think about Brett!" I sprawled on my back on the cot and shoved my hands through my hair.

"I want to know what's wrong with Gideon.

He's had a total personality transplant in the last thirty-six hours!" "Maybe it's this."

I lifted my head off the pillow and saw him pointing at something on his bedside table.

Rolling to my feet, I checked it out - a local g*y periodical.

"Trey brought that over today," he said.Cary's picture capped a front-page piece covering his attack - including speculation that the assault might have been a hate crime.

His living situation with me and my romantic entanglement with Gideon Cross were mentioned, for no other reason, it seemed, than for a salacious punch.

"It's on their website, too," he added quietly.

"I figure someone at the agency gossiped, and it spread and turned into someone's political crap.

Honestly, I'm having a hard time imagining Cross giving a shit - " "About your sexual orientation? He doesn't.

He's not like that."

"But his PR people might feel differently.

Could be why he wants to keep you under the radar.

And if he's worried that someone might go after you to get to me, that explains why he wants to keep you tucked away and off the streets."

"Why wouldn't he tell me that?" I set the paper down.

"Why is he being such a prick? Everything was so wonderful while we were gone.

He was wonderful.

I thought we'd turned a corner.

I kept thinking he wasn't anything like the man I'd first met, and now he's worse.

There's this .

I don't know.

He's a million miles away from me now.

I don't understand it."

"I'm not the guy to ask, Eva."

Cary grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"He's the one with the answers."

"You're right."

I went to my purse and pulled out my phone.

"I'll be back in a bit."

I went to the little enclosed balcony off the visitors' waiting area and called Gideon.

The phone rang and rang, eventually going to voice mail.

I tried his home number instead.

After the third ring, Gideon answered.

"Cross," he said curtly.

"Hi."

There was silence for the length of a heartbeat, then, "Hang on."

I heard a door open.

The sound on the phone changed - he'd stepped away from wherever he'd been.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.

"No."

I rubbed at my tired eyes.

"I miss you."

He sighed.

"I .

I can't talk now, Eva."

"Why not? I don't understand why you're acting so cold to me.

Did I do something wrong?" I heard murmuring and realized he'd muffled the receiver to talk to someone else.

A horrible feeling of betrayal tightened my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Gideon.

Who's at your place with you?" "I have to go."

"Tell me who's there with you!" "Angus will be at the hospital at seven.

Get some sleep, angel."

The line went dead.

I lowered my hand and stared at my phone, as if it could somehow reveal to me what the f**k had just happened.

I made it back to Cary's room, felt weighted down and miserable as I pushed open the door.

Cary took one look at me and sighed.

"You look like your puppy just died, baby girl."

The dam broke.

I started sobbing.

Chapter 14

I hardly slept all night.

I tossed and turned, drifting in and out of consciousness.

The frequent nurse visits to check on Cary also woke me.

His brain scans and lab reports were looking good and there was nothing absolutely definitive to worry about, but I hadn't been there for him when he'd first gotten hurt.

I felt like I needed to be there for him now, sleep or no sleep.

Just before six, I gave up and got out of bed.

Grabbing my tablet and wireless keyboard, I headed down to the cafeteria for coffee.

I pulled up a chair at one of the tables and prepared to write a letter to Gideon.

In the short amounts of time I'd managed to pin him down the last couple of days, I hadn't been able to get my thoughts across to him.

Writing it all out would have to be the way it got done.

Maintaining steady, open communication was the only way we were going to survive as a couple.

I sipped my coffee and began typing, starting with my thanks for the beautiful weekend away and how much it meant to me.

I told him how I thought our relationship had taken a massive leap forward during the trip, which only made the week's backslide harder to bear -  "Eva.

What a pleasant surprise!" Turning my head, I found Dr.

Terrence Lucas standing behind me holding a disposable coffee cup like the one I'd filled for myself.

He was dressed for work in slacks and tie with a white lab coat.

"Hi," I greeted him, hoping I hid my wariness.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, rounding me.

"Not at all."

I watched him take the seat beside me, and I refreshed my memory of his appearance.

His hair was pure white, without a hint of gray, but his handsome face was unlined.

His eyes were an unusual shade of green and they were keen with intelligence.

His smile was both reassuring and charming.

I suspected he was popular with his patients - and their mothers.