“Gideon Cross? You said nothing was going on there.”
“Yeah.” I wrinkled my nose. “We’d hit a rough spot at the time. I thought we were over.”
There was a pause. “Is it serious?”
I paused, too, shifting restlessly. My dad was a trained observer; he’d see right away that Gideon and I had tension between us—sexual and otherwise. “Yes. It’s not always easy. It’s a lot of work—I’m a lot of work—but we’re both making the effort.”
“Does he appreciate you, Eva?” My dad’s voice was gruff and far too serious. “I don’t care how much money he has; you don’t have anything to prove to him.”
“It’s not like that!” I stared at my wriggling pedicured toes and realized the meeting would be more complicated than just a protective father being introduced to his daughter’s new boyfriend. My dad had issues with rich men, thanks to my mom. “You’ll see how it is when you meet him.”
“All right.” Skepticism colored his voice.
“Really, Dad.” I couldn’t begrudge him his concern, since it’d been my self-destructive run with not-so-good-for-me guys that had led him to finding Dr. Travis. He’d especially had trouble with a lead singer for whom I’d been little more than a groupie and a tattoo artist whom my dad had pulled over to find him getting a blowjob while driving—and not from me. “Gideon’s good for me. He gets me.”
“I’ll keep an open mind, okay? And I’ll e-mail you a copy of my itinerary when I book the flight. How’s everything else going?”
“We just started working on a campaign for blueberry-flavored coffee.”
Another pause. “You’re kidding.”
I laughed. “If only. Wish us luck trying to sell that! I’ll be sure to stock some up for you to try.”
“I thought you loved me.”
“With all my heart. How’s your love life going? Did your date go well?”
“Yeah . . . it wasn’t bad.”
Snorting, I asked, “Are you going to see her again?”
“That’s the plan so far.”
“You’re a font of information, Dad.”
He chuckled again and I heard his favorite chair creak as he shifted. “You don’t really want to know about your old man’s love life.”
“True.” Although I did sometimes wonder what his relationship had been like with my mom. He’d been the Latino boy from the wrong side of the tracks and she’d been the golden debutante with dollar signs in her blue eyes. I figured it must’ve been pretty hot between them.
We talked for a few more minutes, both of us excited to see each other again. I’d hoped we wouldn’t drift apart after I moved away after college, which was why I’d made it a necessity to have a weekly catch-up call on Saturdays. Having him visit so soon helped to ease that worry.
I’d just hung up when Cary strolled in, looking every bit like the model he was.
“Still plotting?” he asked.
I stood. “All done. That was my dad. He’s coming out to New York next week.”
“Really? Rock on. Victor’s cool.”
We both moved into the kitchen, and he grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator. I’d noticed earlier that a number of items and products I used at home had been stocked in the suite. I wondered if Gideon was just that observant or if he’d found the information another way—like from looking at my receipts. I couldn’t put it past him. Recognizing the boundaries between us was very difficult for him, as evidenced by his siccing his guards on me.
“When’s the last time your parents were in the same state together?” Cary asked, prying the caps off the bottles with a bottle opener. “Let alone the same city.”
Ah, God . . . “I’m not sure. Before I was born?” I took a long pull on the beer he handed me. “I’m not planning on putting them together.”
“Here’s to best-laid plans.” He clinked the necks of our beers together. “Speaking of which, I was considering a quick bang with a chick I met at the pool, but I came up here instead. Figured you and I’d both go without today and just spend the time together.”
“I’m honored,” I said dryly. “I was going to come back down.”
“Too hot out. That sun is brutal.”
“Same sun we have in New York, isn’t it?”
“Smart-ass.” His green eyes sparkled. “How about we clean up and go out to lunch somewhere? My treat.”
“Sure. But I can’t say Sheila won’t insist on tagging along.”
“Fuck her and her boss. What is it with rich people and control issues?”
“They get rich because they take control.”
“Whatever. I prefer our kind of crazy—we pretty much only screw with ourselves.” He crossed one arm over his chest and leaned into the counter. “You gonna put up with his bullshit?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
I grinned and started backing out toward my bedroom. “Get ready. I’ll tell you about it over lunch.”
Chapter 6
I’d just barely finished repacking my bag for the trip home when I heard the unmistakable sound of Gideon’s voice in the living room. A rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins. Gideon had yet to say a word to me about what I’d done, even though we’d talked the night before after Cary and I had gotten back from clubbing and again this morning when I’d woken up.
Feigning ignorance was slightly nerve-racking. I’d wondered if Clancy had even managed to do what I had asked of him, but when I double-checked with my stepdad’s bodyguard, he assured me that all was going as I’d planned.
On bare feet, I padded over to the open door of my bedroom just in time to see Cary walk out the door of our suite. Gideon stood alone in the small foyer, his inscrutable gaze on me as if he’d expected me to appear at any moment. He wore loose-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt, and I’d missed the sight of him so much my eyes stung.
“Hi, angel.”
The fingers of my right hand toyed restlessly with the material of my black yoga pants. “Hi, ace.”
His beautifully etched lips thinned for a moment. “Is there a particular meaning behind that endearment?”
“Well . . . you ace everything you do. And it’s the nickname of a fictional character I have a crush on. You remind me of him sometimes.”
“I’m not sure I like you having a crush on anyone but me, fictional or not.”
“You’ll get over it.”
Shaking his head, he started toward me. “Like I’ll get over the sumo wrestler you have shadowing me?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I hadn’t been specific about appearance when I’d asked Clancy to arrange for someone he knew in the Phoenix area to guard Gideon the way Sheila was guarding me. I’d just asked for a man and provided a relatively small list of things to intercede with. “Where’s Cary going?”
“Downstairs to play with the credit I arranged for him.”
“We’re not leaving right away?”