Free Entwined With You by Sylvia Day

counter, grabbed the wine bottle, and came directly to me. Calmly, he took my wineglass and refilled it before he spoke. “I expect he wants to see you when he’s in New York next week.”
    It took me the space of a breath to respond. “You knew he was coming back!” I accused.
    “Of course I knew.”
    Whether that was because Brett’s band was signed to Vidal Records or because Gideon was keeping an eye on him, I didn’t know. Both reasons were entirely plausible.
    “Did you agree to meet up?” His voice was smooth and soft. Dangerously so.
    Ignoring the fluttering of nerves in my belly, I held his gaze. “Yes, for the reveal of the new Six-Ninths music video. Cary’s going with me.”
    Gideon nodded, leaving me anxious and clueless about his feelings.
    Islid off the stool and went to him. Wrapping me up in his arms, he rested his cheek against the top of my head.
    “I’ll back out,” I offered quickly. “I don’t really want to go anyway.”
    “It’s okay.” Swaying from side to side, rocking me, he whispered, “I broke your heart.”
    “That’s not why I agreed to go!”
    His hands came up and pushed through my hair, combing it back from my forehead and cheeks with a gentleness that brought tears to my eyes. “We can’t just forget the last few weeks, Eva. I cut you deep and you’re still bleeding.”
    It struck me then that I hadn’t been ready to pick up the pieces of our relationship as if nothing had gone wrong. A part of me was holding a grudge, and Gideon had picked up on it.
    I struggled out of his hold. “What are you saying?”
    “That I have no right to leave you and hurt you—for whatever reason—then expect you to forget how that felt and forgive me overnight.”
    “You killed a man for me!”
    “You don’t owe me anything,” he snapped. “My love for you is not an obligation.”
    It still tore through me like a bullet every time he said he loved me, despite how often he proved it with his actions.
    My voice was softer when I said, “I don’t want to hurt you, Gideon.”
    “Then don’t.” He kissed me with heartrending tenderness. “Let’s eat, before the food gets cold.”
    I changed into a Cross Industries T-shirt and a pair of Gideon’s pajama bottoms that I rolled up at the ankles. We took candles over to the coffee table and ate cross-legged on the floor. Gideon kept my favorite sweater on but swapped his slacks for a pair of black lounging pants.
    Licking a dab of tomato sauce off my lip, I told him about the restof my day. “Mark’s gathering the nerve to ask his partner to marry him.”
    “If I’m remembering correctly, they’ve been together awhile.”
    “Since college.”
    Gideon’s mouth curved. “I suppose it’s still a tough question to ask, even if the answer is a sure thing.”
    I looked down at my plate. “Was Corinne nervous when she asked you?”
    “Eva.” He waited until the lengthy silence brought my head up. “We’re not going to talk about that.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it doesn’t matter.”
    I searched his face. “How would you feel if you knew there was someone out there I’d said yes to? Theoretically.”
    He shot me an irritated look. “That would be different because you wouldn’t say yes unless the guy really meant something to you. What I felt was … panic. The feeling didn’t go away until she broke the engagement.”
    “Did you buy her a ring?” The thought of him shopping for a ring for another woman hurt me. I looked down at my hand, at the ring he’d bought for me.
    “Nothing like that one,” he said quietly.
    My hand fisted, guarding it.
    Reaching over, Gideon set his right hand over mine. “I bought Corinne’s ring in the first store I went to. I had nothing in mind, so I picked one that looked like her mother’s. Very different circumstances, don’t you agree?”
    “Yes.” I hadn’t designed the ring Gideon wore, but I’d searched six shops before I found the right one. It was platinum studded