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with satisfaction. “Obviously, it’s an example—taken to the extreme.”
    My heart rate jumped a little. “Of what our place could look like?”
    “We’ll start fresh, of course. Everything new.”
    I was moved by his pronouncement. Still, I had to say, “It was so risky doing this. Moving in here, getting in and out of the building. It makes me nervous just thinking about it.”
    “On paper, someone lives here. So of course, he’d move furniture in, and come and go. He enters through the garage, just like all the other tenants with cars. When I’m being him, I dress a little differently, take the stairs, and check the security feeds so I know if I’m going to run into anyone before it happens.”
    The amount of planning involved was mindboggling to me, but then he’d had practice getting to Nathan without a trace. “All this trouble and expense. For me. I can’t— I don’t know what to say.”
    “Say you’ll plan on moving in with me.”
    I savored the surge of pleasure his words brought me. “Do you have a time frame in mind for this fresh start?”
    “As soon as we can get away with it.” His hand on my thigh squeezed gently.
    Iset my hand over his. There was so much standing in the way of us living together: the lingering trauma of our pasts; my dad, who disliked rich guys and thought Gideon was a cheater; and me, because I liked my apartment and believed that striking out in a new city meant doing as much as I could on my own.
    I jumped to the biggest issue for me, though. “What about Cary?”
    “The penthouse has an attached guest apartment.”
    Pulling back quickly, I stared at him. “You’d do that for Cary?”
    “No, I’d do it for you.”
    “Gideon, I …” My words trailed off because there were no words. I was awed. Something inside me shifted a little.
    “So you’re not upset about the apartment,” he said. “Something else is on your mind.”
    I decided to save Brett for last. “I’ve got a girls’ night out on Saturday.”
    He stilled. Maybe someone who didn’t know him as well as I did wouldn’t catch that subtle, sharp alertness, but I caught it. “Girls’ night doing what, exactly?”
    “Dancing. Drinking. The usual.”
    “Is it a manhunt?”
    “No.” I licked my dry lips, mesmerized by the change in him. He’d gone from intimately playful to intensely focused. “We’re all attached. At least I think we all are. I’m not sure about Megumi’s roommate, but Megumi’s got a man and you know Shawna’s got her chef.”
    He was suddenly all business when he said, “I’ll make the arrangements—car, driver, and security. If you stick with a circuit of my clubs, your security will stay in the car. You want to branch out, he’s going in with you.”
    Blinking in surprise, I said, “Okay.”
    From the kitchen, the oven timer began beeping.
    Gideon went from sitting to standing, with me in his arms, in one powerfully graceful surge. My eyes widened. My blood hummedthrough my veins. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me to the kitchen. “I love how strong you are.”
    “You’re easy to impress.” Settling me on a bar stool, he gave me a lingering kiss before heading to the oven.
    “You cooked?” I wasn’t sure why the thought surprised me, but it did.
    “No. Arnoldo had ready-to-cook lasagna and a salad delivered.”
    “Sounds awesome.” I knew from having eaten in celebrity chef Arnoldo Ricci’s restaurant that the food would be killer.
    Grabbing my glass, I wasted the wonderful wine by gulping it down for courage, thinking it was time to tell him what he wouldn’t want to hear. I took the plunge and said, “Brett called me at work today.”
    For a minute or two, I didn’t think Gideon heard me. He slid on a pot holder, opened the oven, and pulled out the lasagna without looking my way. It wasn’t until he set the pan on the stovetop and glanced at me that I knew for certain he hadn’t missed a word.
    He tossed the glove onto the