Book 1 - Page 61 (1/2)

I waited for the town car at the curb, feeling separate and apart from the city teeming around me. When Clancy pulled up and hopped out to open the back door for me, I was startled to see my mom already inside. It was early yet. I'd expected to be driven solo to the apartment she shared with Stanton and wait on her twenty minutes or so. That was our usual routine.

”Hey, Mom,” I said wearily, settling on the seat beside her.

”How could you, Eva?” She was crying into a monogrammed handkerchief, her face beautiful even while reddened and wet with tears. ”Why?”

Jolted out of my torment by her misery, I frowned and asked, ”What did I do now?”

The new cell phone, if she'd somehow found about it, wouldn't trigger this much drama. And it was too soon after the fact for her to know about my breakup with Gideon.

”You told Gideon Cross about...what happened to you.” Her lower lip trembled with distress.

My head jerked back in shock. How could she know that? My G.o.d...Had she bugged my new place? My purse...? ”What?”

”Don't act clueless!”

”How do you know I told him?” My voice was a pained whisper. ”We just talked last night.”

”He went to see Richard about it today.”

I tried to picture Stanton's face during that conversation. I couldn't imagine my stepfather taking it well. ”Why would he do that?”

”He wanted to know what's been done to prevent information leaks. And he wanted to know where Nathan is - ” She sobbed. ”He wanted to know everything.”

My breath hissed out between my teeth. I wasn't sure what Gideon's motivation was, but the possibility that he'd dumped me over Nathan and was now making sure that he was safe from scandal hurt worse than anything. I twisted in pain, my spine arching away from the seatback. I'd thought it was his past that drove a wedge between us, but it made more sense that it was mine.

For once I was grateful for my mother's self-absorption, which kept her from seeing how devastated I was.

”He had a right to know,” I managed in a voice so raw it sounded nothing like my own. ”And he has a right to try and protect himself from any blowback.”

”You've never told any of your other boyfriends.”

”I've never dated anyone who makes national headlines by sneezing, either.” I stared out the car window at the traffic that boxed us in. ”Gideon Cross and Cross Industries are global news, Mother. He's light-years away from the guys I dated in college.”

She spoke more, but I didn't hear her. I shut down for self-protection, cutting off the reality that was suddenly too painful to be endured.