Chapter 18
The last thing Gideon saw when he left the penthouse was Emma’s soft eyes. She hadn’t pressed any more after his confession, and in fact, they’d spent much of the afternoon wound around each other on the couch. Except for a single errand, neither had said a word about her going out to look for Jesse. He had actually been glad of the company.
He didn’t know why he had broken. Exhaustion, maybe. Fear they were going to be too late. Despair. Maybe he just needed to do something, or have Emma tell him this wasn’t his fault. Nobody had heard even a fraction of the details Gideon had shared since the night in question. Now Emma knew. And she didn’t hold it against him.
That didn’t make it any easier to look into her eyes, though. Because though he might feel relief at sharing the b
