I figured one thing was linked to the other."

"Makes sense."

He frowned.

"I guess."

"But Nathan was at the Crossfire the Monday before you were attacked.

I know he was there to see Gideon.

I know it.

Nathan wouldn't go there to see me.

Not a place like that with all the security and people I know around."

He sat back.

"Okay.

So what does that mean?" "It means Gideon was fine after Nathan."

I threw up my hands.

"He was fine that whole week.

He was more than fine that weekend we took off together.

He was fine Monday morning after we got back.

Then - bam - he lost his fucking mind and went crazy on me Monday night."

"I'm following."

"So what happened on Monday?" Cary's brows rose.

"You're asking me?" "Grr."

I grabbed my hair in my hands.

"I'm asking the fucking universe.

God.

Anyone.

What the hell happened to my boyfriend?" "I thought we agreed you need to ask him."

"I get two answers from him: Trust me and wait.

He gave my ring back today."

I showed him my hand.

"And he's still wearing the one I gave him.

Do you have any idea how confusing that is? They're not just rings, they're promises.

They're symbols of ownership and commitment.

Why would he still wear his? Why is it so important to him that I wear mine? Does he seriously expect me to wait while he screws Corinne out of his system?" "Is that what you think he's doing? Really?" Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back.

"No.

And I can't decide if that makes me na?ve or willfully delusional."

"Does this Dr.

Lucas guy have anything to do with this?" "No."

I straightened and joined him on the couch.

"Did you find anything?" "Kind of hard, baby girl, when I don't know what I'm looking for."

"It's just a hunch."

I looked at his screen.

"What's that?" "A transcript of an interview with Brett that was done yesterday on a Florida radio station."

"Oh? What are you reading that for?""I was listening to 'Golden' and decided to run a search on it, and this came up."

I tried reading, but my angle was bad.

"What's it say?" "He was asked if there's really an Eva out there and he said yes, there is, and he recently reconnected with her and hopes to make it work out a second time."

"What? No way!" "Yes way."

Cary grinned.

"So you've got your rebound man lined up if Cross doesn't get his shit together."

I pushed to my feet.

"Whatever.

I'm hungry.

Want something?" "If your appetite's back, that's a good sign."

"Everything's coming back," I told him.

"With a vengeance."

* * *

I was waiting at the curb for Angus the next morning.

He pulled up and Paul, the doorman for my apartment building, opened the back door for me.

"Good morning, Angus," I greeted him."Good morning, Miss Tramell."

His gaze met mine in the rearview mirror, and he smiled.

As he started to pull away, I leaned forward between the two front seats.

"Do you know where Corinne Giroux lives?" He glanced at me.

"Yes."

I sat back.

"That's where I want to go."

* * *

Corinne lived around the corner from Gideon.

I was certain that wasn't a coincidence.

I checked in with the front desk and waited twenty minutes before I was given permission to go up to the tenth floor.

I rang the bell to her apartment and the door swung open to reveal a flushed and disheveled Corinne in a floor-length black silk robe.

She was seriously gorgeous, with her silky black hair and eyes like aquamarines, and she moved with a lithe grace I admired.

I'd armored up in my favorite gray sleeveless dress and was very glad I had.

She made me feel downright homely.

"Eva," she said breathlessly.

"What a surprise."

"I'm sorry to barge in uninvited.

I just need to ask you something real quick."

"Oh?" She kept the door partially closed and leaned into the jamb.

"Can I come in?" I asked tightly.

"Uh."

She glanced over her shoulder.

"It's best if you didn't."

"It doesn't bother me if you have company and I promise, this won't take but a minute."

"Eva."

She licked her lips.

"How do I say this .

?" My hands were shaking and my stomach was a quivering mess, my brain taunting me with images of Gideon standing naked behind her, their early-morning fuck interrupted by the ex-girlfriend who wouldn't get a clue.

I knew how well he liked sex in the morning.

But then I knew him well, period.

Knew him enough to say, "Cut the shit, Corinne."

Her eyes widened.

My mouth curved derisively.

"Gideon's in love with me.

He's not fucking around with you."

She recovered quickly.

"He's not fucking around with you, either.

I would know, since he's spending all of his free time with me."

Fine.

We'd talk about this in the hallway.

"I know him.

I don't always understand him, but that's a different story.

I know he would've told you upfront that you and he weren't going anywhere, because he wouldn't want to lead you on.

He hurt you before; he won't do it again."

"This is all very fascinating.

Does he know you're here?" "No, but you'll tell him.

And that's fine.

I just want to know what you were doing at the Crossfire that day you came out looking as freshly fucked as you do now."

Her smile was razor sharp.

"What do you think I was doing?" "Not Gideon," I said decisively, even though I was silently praying that I wasn't making a total idiot out of myself.

"You saw me, didn't you? From the lobby, you had a direct view across the street and you saw me coming.

Gideon told you at the Waldorf dinner that I was the jealous type.

Did you have a nooner with someone from one of the other offices? Or did you muss yourself up before you stepped outside?" I saw the answer on her face.

It was lightning quick, there and gone, but I saw it.

"Both of those suggestions are absurd," she said.

I nodded, savoring a moment of profound relief and satisfaction.

"Listen.

You're never going to have him the way you want.

And I know how that hurts.

I've been living it the past two weeks.

I'm sorry for you, I really am."

"Fuck you and your pity," she snapped.

"Save it for yourself.

I'm the one he's spending time with."

"And there's your saving grace, Corinne.

If you're paying attention, you know he's hurting right now.

Be his friend."

I headed back to the elevators and called over my shoulder, "Have a nice day."

She slammed her door shut behind me.When I got back to the Bentley, I told Angus to take me to Dr.

Terrence Lucas's office.

He paused in the act of closing the door and stared down at me.

"Gideon will be very angry, Eva."

I nodded, understanding the warning.

"I'll deal with it when the time comes."

The building that housed Dr.

Lucas's private practice was unassuming, but his offices were warm and inviting.

The waiting room was paneled in dark wood and the walls covered in a mixture of pictures of infants and children.

Parenting magazines covered the tables and were neatly stored in racks, while the dedicated play area was tidy and supervised.

I signed in and took a seat, but I'd barely sat when I was called back by the nurse.

I was taken to Dr.

Lucas's office, not an exam room, and he rose from his chair when I entered, rounding the desk quickly.

"Eva."

He held out his hand and I shook it.

"You didn't have to make an appointment."

I managed a smile.

"I didn't know how else to reach you."

"Have a seat."

I sat, but he remained standing, choosing to lean back against the desk and grip the edges with both hands.

It was a power position, and I wondered why he felt the need to use it with me.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

He had a calm, confident air and a wide, open smile.

With his good looks and affable manner, I was sure any mother would have confidence in his skill and integrity.

"Gideon Cross was a patient of yours, wasn't he?" His face closed instantly and he straightened.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss my patients."

"When you gave me that 'not at liberty to discuss' line at the hospital, I didn't put it together, and I should have."

My fingertips drummed into the armrest.

"You lied to his mother.

Why?" He returned to the other side of his desk, putting the furniture between us.

"Did he tell you that?" "No.

I'm figuring this out as I go.

Hypothetically speaking, why would you lie about the results of an exam?" "I wouldn't.

You need to leave."

"Oh, come on."

I sat back and crossed my legs.

"I expect more from you.

Where are the assertions that Gideon is a soulless monster bent on corrupting the women of the world?" "I've done my due diligence and warned you."

His gaze was hard, his lip curled in a sneer.