![]() To New York.” My stomach knotted at the thought. “Tell me what to do,” he said when I quieted. I cried until my eyes felt raw and I had nothing left. Then he lay down beside me and hugged me, his hands rubbing up and down my back. Laying me on the bed, he grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned on the television, lowering the volume to a level that drowned out all other sound but my hiccupping sobs. He carried me into the guest bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. I’m sure my dad’s called her already, and he’s so angry. “Let me know if you need to get that,” he said. The irritating sound of two phones going off simultaneously ratcheted up my anxiety. In the hallway, I could hear my phone rattling on the coffee table. Cursing under his breath, he walked out of the room. Gideon swung me up in his arms, cradling me. “My dad found out.” I pressed my face to his chest, my mind filled with echoes of my father’s pain. Relief flooded me as he pulled me close and held me tight. He caught me as I rushed into him, needing him. “I have to go,” he said, pulling the earpiece from his ear and dropping it on the desk as he rounded it. He glanced up, then straightened abruptly, surging to his feet. ![]() “Gideon,” I whispered, my hand gripping the doorjamb with white-knuckled force. “This isn’t the tack you want to take with me, Corinne.” I rounded the corner into his office and saw him at his desk, his head down as he listened. You know why … I can’t give you what you want from me.” “I appreciate that you thought of me, but no,” he said in a low, firm voice that was different from the one I’d heard him using before. I heard Gideon’s voice as I neared his office and my tears came faster, my steps quickening. I stumbled down the hallway, my shoulder sliding along the wall. Standing on unsteady feet, I dropped my cell on the low table as if it had burned me. ![]()
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