was just sorry she couldn’t give him a better one. Brushing aside his hair to expose his forehead, she leaned over and kissed him. His hair was a soft brown, and she knew if he opened his eyes she would see Gideon’s gorgeous green ones staring back at her. Surely it was some cruel twist of fate to have born a son who looked like so much like the father that didn’t want him. Eli was a constant reminder of the man she had once loved so dearly but wanted nothing to do with either of them.
Check that. All of a sudden, for some twisted reason, Gideon wanted something to do with Shannon now. She just didn’t understand why. What was this cruel game he was playing? Well, she thought derisively, it appears the situation resolved itself the hard way. He didn’t know where she lived, so she was well rid of him.
Sighing heavily, she kissed Eli one more time. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
* * *
Arriving at a dilapidated apartment building, Gideon checked the address he’d jotted down. Not in the best neighborhood, he hoped his Merc would be in one piece by the time he got back. He hadn’t expected to be coming here tonight, but when he’d returned to the Bungalow with dry pants, he’d learned that Shannon had been let go. Guilt warred with anger when he heard that—mostly guilt because he’d goaded her into her reaction.
Now he stood in front of the apartment directory and located her name—Apt 310. Knowing she wouldn’t buzz him in, he tried the knob. Not surprised, he found it open. So much for security, he thought as he looked around the shithole she called home. Long past due for a coat of paint, he noticed the walls were also filled with gouges and holes. Frowning at one the size of a bullet hole, he moved past the elevator with the out of order sign and on to the stairs. Growing angrier with every step, he stomped up the three flights of stairs until he arrived at her door. His body tense, hands clenched into fists, back rigidly held, he took a few deep breaths before banging on the door.
A moment later, the door opened and he pushed his way inside, laying into her with his unrestrained anger upon first sight. “What the fuck, Shannon? I saw bullet holes in the wall downstairs. I don’t get it, Shannon. You left me for this? To work a crap job and live in this dump? I could have given you so much more…”
Momentarily shocked by his presence, he watched her pull it together quickly as she started to demand some answers of her own. “How did you know where I live? Are you following me? Has the great Gideon Eli sunk so low to become a stalker?”
“Your boss gave me the address.”
“You mean my ex-boss? He fired me after you left.”
His anger cooled a notch as the guilt resurfaced. She had told him several times that she needed her job and it was evident by her surroundings that she did. “I know you were fired, and I’m really sorry for that. I admit I was trying to provoke you to get your attention. I didn’t know how else to get through to you, Shannon. We need to talk and you keep avoiding me. I never expected you to dump ice water in my lap.”
“You deserved it after that crude remark and I won’t say I’m sorry.” Sighing, she rubbed her tired eyes. “Just go, Gideon. I don’t want you here, and I sure don’t want to talk about our history—our painful history.”
“I’ll leave, but first I want you to tell me why. That note you left was bullshit.”
“Seriously? We’re going to do this now, after all this time? Why did it take you ten years to give a shit?”
Stunned by her vehement response and her language, he assessed her thoroughly. She had changed a lot. Yes, she was still beautiful, but she seemed harder, more cynical. “I’m not going anywhere until I find out why.”
“Fine. You want to rehash everything? That’s just dandy. It’s because I couldn’t bear the drugs, the parties, and all your bimbos. I was too far down on the priority list. I felt like I