“I’m not the type you usually go for, am I?”
His brow arched. “I have one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”
“What does it matter? You’re the woman I’m with.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious. People don’t usually stray from their preferred type.”
Stepping between my legs, he put his arms around my hips. “Lucky for me that I fit your type.”
“Gideon, you don’t fit any type,” I drawled. “You’re in a class by yourself.”
His eyes sparkled. “Like what you see, do you?”
“You know I do, which is why we really should get out of here before we start screwing like minks again.”
Pressing his cheek to mine, he murmured, “Only you could blow my mind in a place that’s always made my skin crawl. Thank you for being exactly what I want and need.”
“Oh, Gideon.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as close to me as possible. “You came here for me, didn’t you? To take me away from this place you hate.”
“I’d walk into hell for you, Eva, and this is pretty damn close.” He exhaled harshly. “I was about to go to your apartment and drag you away with me when I learned you’d come here. You have to stay away from Christopher.”
“Why do you keep saying that? He seems very nice.”
Gideon pulled back, sifting my hair through his fingers. His eyes stayed fiercely locked to mine. “He takes sibling rivalry to the extreme, and he’s unstable enough to make him dangerous. He’s reaching out to you because he knows he can hurt me through you. You have to trust me on this.”
Why was Gideon so suspicious of his half-brother’s motives? He had to have a good reason. It was yet another thing he didn’t fully share with me. “I do trust you. Of course I do. I’ll keep my distance.”
“Thank you.” Catching me by the waist, he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. “Let’s grab Cary and get the hell out of here.”
We made our way back outside with my hand in his. I was uncomfortably aware that we’d been gone a very long time. The sun was going down. And I was panty-less. My ruined boy shorts were presently stuffed into the front pocket of Gideon’s jeans.
He glanced at me as we entered the marquee. “I should’ve told you before. You look gorgeous, Eva. That dress is amazing on you and so are those fuck-me red heels.”
“Well, clearly they work.” I bumped my shoulder into him. “Thank you.”
“For the compliment? Or the fucking?”
“Hush,” I admonished, flushing.
His dark velvet laugh turned every female head in hearing distance and some of the men’s, too. Placing our linked hands at the small of my back, he pulled me close and smacked a kiss on my mouth.
“Gideon!” His mother glided toward us with sparkling eyes and a wide smile on her lovely face. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
She looked like she might hug him, but his posture altered subtly, charging the air around him with an invisible field of power that encompassed me as well.
Elizabeth drew to an abrupt halt.
“Mother,” he greeted her with all the warmth of an arctic storm. “You can thank Eva for my being here. I’ve come to take her away.”
“But she’s having a good time, aren’t you, Eva? You should stay for her sake.” Elizabeth looked at me with a plea in her eyes.
My fingers flexed around Gideon’s hand. He came first, that was never in question, but I couldn’t help but wish I knew the story behind his coldness toward a mother who seemed to love him. Her adoring gaze slid over the face that had shades of her own, drinking in every feature hungrily. How long had it been since the last time she’d seen him in person?
Then I wondered if maybe she’d loved him too much…
Revulsion made my spine stiffen.
“Don’t put Eva on the spot,” Gideon said, rubbing his knuckles against my tense back. “You’ve gotten what you wanted—you’ve met her.”