Maybe he was right, but it was difficult for me to come to terms with right now. Everything was too fresh, and I didn’t like the dangers we now faced, because of me. Because of my prying.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Gideon said. “It’s not wrong to want to know your history.”
Despite the cool air, I felt myself warm at Gideon’s words. Warm toward him.
Maybe it was the wine.
I placed the bottle down. I needed to leave before I allowed any more romantic feelings to flourish inside of me.
“Goodnight, Gideon,” I said, standing.
He watched me as I moved to the door that lead inside. He didn’t move, just following me with his eyes.
When I was nearly through it, he said, softer, “Goodnight, Claire.”
Gideon’s POV
The next morning, Claire and I had our meeting with Daniel’s lawyer. Or,
