![]() “Being lied to for weeks makes me cranky. Grinning, he gestured at my vacant chair. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten how to be honest.” Did he know for a fact that Gideon was the “loverman” I’d been spending time with? Or was he just fishing? I decided I didn’t care. “Has he been sleeping in a separate room the last few weekends you’ve been shacking up with him?” “Are you afraid of living alone with him?” he asked around his chewing. I grabbed my purse from where it hung on the back of my chair. I said yes.”Ĭary nodded, as if that were no surprise, and took another bite. I love you and I love having you in my life, but I’m not going to sit here and get kicked because I f**ked up.” “What am I, your three-year chip marking your recovery? Your celebratory token for Eva Anonymous?” Chewing angrily, he swallowed his food down with a long draw on his straw. He snorted and ripped a bite out of his taco. “Maybe I just can’t bear the thought of not having you nearby.” “Who says I’m doing it for you?” I shot back. Just thinking about it screwed with my head. Someday in the future, we’d be heading our separate ways, maybe only seeing each other on special occasions. “I’ve got places I can crash, other people I can room with. ![]() “I don’t need any f**king handouts, Eva.” His emerald eyes narrowed. “And why would you think I’d want to be a third wheel?” “Why would you want a roommate when you’re living with a boyfriend anyway?” he asked, clearly getting warmed up. I guess however I feel about it means jack shit to you.” You leave me a message telling me to think about sharing a place with Cross, after you tell your mom that it’s a done deal and before you fall off the face of the earth for the weekend. “You don’t get it.” He swiped a napkin across lips that turned sane women into giggling girls when he smiled. “I’m sorry about the voice mail,” I said. We snagged a table just as its former occupants cleared away, and Cary inhaled a taco before I’d barely taken the wrapper off my straw. They also had great slushy virgin margaritas, which were perfect on a steamy summer day.Īfter waiting in line about ten minutes, I ordered only two tacos, since I hadn’t hit the gym in way too long. We went to the place with the great tacos that we’d gone to the last time he had met me for lunch. He linked his fingers with mine and led me out of the Crossfire. He muttered something under his breath and hugged me. “I missed you,” I said, meaning it with all my heart, even though he wouldn’t know exactly why. I hugged him, my cheek pressed to his chest. I was hurrying toward him before I thought of it, then ran straight into him so hard, his breath left him with a grunt. Heads turned as he walked by and he didn’t notice, his attention on me. He kept his shades on, and with his hands shoved in his pockets, he seemed distant and cool. He was striding toward me wearing loose-fitting cargo shorts and a V-neck T-shirt. I jerked out of my thoughts at the sound of my best friend’s voice. If Cary felt a growing distance between us, finding out I’d gotten hitched over the weekend wouldn’t help. Still, I found myself grateful that I’d tucked my wedding ring into the zippered pocket of my purse. I had convinced myself he’d be okay with having Gideon join our living arrangements because I couldn’t imagine facing the alternative-having to choose between my best friend and my boyfriend.Īnd now there was no choice. I’d gone over my brief conversation with Cary again and again and knew he was right. As I waited for him, my nerves started getting to me. I was down in the lobby by five after noon, but Cary hadn’t arrived yet. Glancing at the clock, I refocused on work and returned to writing my e-mail. Would the announcement of our marriage, or even an engagement, change that? Gideon and I were trying to move forward with our lives, but people and issues from our pasts were still trying to hold us back. I gave him directions and he hung up, leaving me feeling somewhat whiplashed by the call. ![]() “Five o’clock? There’s a wine bar not too far from the Crossfire.” What the hell did he want from me? I supposed if I wanted to know, I’d have to follow through. “What time is best for us to meet today?” Sitting back in my chair, I said, “Bonjour, Monsieur Giroux.” I answered with my usual greeting and heard a reply in a familiar French accent. I was drafting a reply to the artist working on a gift card campaign when my desk phone rang. I tucked it in an envelope and dropped it in my out-box. My feet tapped out a little happy dance beneath my desk.
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