marked lack of interest. ‘You probably shouldn’t wait until lunchtime to get your tyre replaced tomorrow, so I’ll understand it if you’re a little late in the morning.’
‘Is that a suggestion or an order?’ Joey raised mocking brows.
His eyes narrowed. ‘I believe it’s I’ll understand if you’re a few minutes late coming in tomorrow morning. You might have to wait until the garage opens so you can get your tyre replaced.’
Strange how Gideon’s so-called ‘understanding’ sounded just like an order.
Or maybe Joey really was just over-sensitive where this particular man was concerned? If anyone else had made the same offer she would have believed they were being kind. Kindness just wasn’t an emotion Joey associated with the icily reserved Gideon St Claire.
However, he
had
admitted that it was his liking of Stephanie and his love for Jordan that had prompted his arrogant interference in the Newman case. And he had also demonstrated today that he had a sense of humour, after all. Just as the way his eyes had changed from dark brownto gold earlier had been demonstrative of another emotion. Joey just wasn’t sure quite what that emotion had been…
‘In that case I’ll do as you suggest. Thank you,’ she added gruffly.
‘You’re welcome,’ Gideon said, aware of how much that ‘thank you’ had cost her.
Perhaps it was as well Joey had refused his invitation; spending part of his evening in a verbal slanging match with her as he futilely tried to explain the reasons for his interference two months ago was
not
what Gideon would consider a pleasant way of spending his precious spare time.
He had no idea what his plans were for the evening. Being with his family over the weekend—his twin, especially—had left Gideon feeling restless now they had all returned to their respective homes.
Maybe he would just spend a quiet evening at home in his apartment? Or perhaps he should give Valerie Temple a call; she had seemed receptive to a dinner invitation from him when they had met at an art exhibition a couple of weeks ago.
Whatever he decided to do, Gideon couldn’t help but take note of the fact that Joey had refused his invitation because she had a date with the man she had earlier told him she wasn’t romantically involved with, and he was infuriated with his own interest in the matter.
‘Enjoy your evening,’ he muttered as he turned away.
‘You too,’ Joey murmured distractedly as she watched Gideon walk over to his own car.
Surely that wasn’t
disappointment
she was feeling because he hadn’t insisted that surely she had time to join him for one glass of wine, at least, before her date with Jason?
It couldn’t be!
Could it.?
CHAPTER FIVE
‘W OULD you happen to know anything about the air being let out of two of the tyres on my car?’
Joey looked up in amazement as Gideon burst unannounced into her office late on Wednesday evening, a coldly accusing expression on his face as he spat the question at her.
The last couple of days working at the St Claire Corporation had passed in much the same way as the first one had. Well, without Joey meeting Gideon first thing in the morning in the car park. Or any conversation about the buff young man in the coffee shop. Or the verbal sparring. Oh, and without Gideon inviting her to join him for a glass of wine after work because he wanted to explain and apologise to her for his behaviour two months ago.
Apart from those things, Tuesday and Wednesday had been pretty much like Monday!
In actual fact, Joey had hardly seen Gideon these past forty-eight hours. His car was already parked in his spot in the car park when she arrived in the mornings, and any work he had for her had either arrived mysteriously on her desk by the time she came in, or was delivered by May Randall later in the morning.
The connecting door between their two offices had remained firmly closed. Gideon obviously felt no necessity totalk to her, and Joey was
‘Is that a suggestion or an order?’ Joey raised mocking brows.
His eyes narrowed. ‘I believe it’s I’ll understand if you’re a few minutes late coming in tomorrow morning. You might have to wait until the garage opens so you can get your tyre replaced.’
Strange how Gideon’s so-called ‘understanding’ sounded just like an order.
Or maybe Joey really was just over-sensitive where this particular man was concerned? If anyone else had made the same offer she would have believed they were being kind. Kindness just wasn’t an emotion Joey associated with the icily reserved Gideon St Claire.
However, he
had
admitted that it was his liking of Stephanie and his love for Jordan that had prompted his arrogant interference in the Newman case. And he had also demonstrated today that he had a sense of humour, after all. Just as the way his eyes had changed from dark brownto gold earlier had been demonstrative of another emotion. Joey just wasn’t sure quite what that emotion had been…
‘In that case I’ll do as you suggest. Thank you,’ she added gruffly.
‘You’re welcome,’ Gideon said, aware of how much that ‘thank you’ had cost her.
Perhaps it was as well Joey had refused his invitation; spending part of his evening in a verbal slanging match with her as he futilely tried to explain the reasons for his interference two months ago was
not
what Gideon would consider a pleasant way of spending his precious spare time.
He had no idea what his plans were for the evening. Being with his family over the weekend—his twin, especially—had left Gideon feeling restless now they had all returned to their respective homes.
Maybe he would just spend a quiet evening at home in his apartment? Or perhaps he should give Valerie Temple a call; she had seemed receptive to a dinner invitation from him when they had met at an art exhibition a couple of weeks ago.
Whatever he decided to do, Gideon couldn’t help but take note of the fact that Joey had refused his invitation because she had a date with the man she had earlier told him she wasn’t romantically involved with, and he was infuriated with his own interest in the matter.
‘Enjoy your evening,’ he muttered as he turned away.
‘You too,’ Joey murmured distractedly as she watched Gideon walk over to his own car.
Surely that wasn’t
disappointment
she was feeling because he hadn’t insisted that surely she had time to join him for one glass of wine, at least, before her date with Jason?
It couldn’t be!
Could it.?
CHAPTER FIVE
‘W OULD you happen to know anything about the air being let out of two of the tyres on my car?’
Joey looked up in amazement as Gideon burst unannounced into her office late on Wednesday evening, a coldly accusing expression on his face as he spat the question at her.
The last couple of days working at the St Claire Corporation had passed in much the same way as the first one had. Well, without Joey meeting Gideon first thing in the morning in the car park. Or any conversation about the buff young man in the coffee shop. Or the verbal sparring. Oh, and without Gideon inviting her to join him for a glass of wine after work because he wanted to explain and apologise to her for his behaviour two months ago.
Apart from those things, Tuesday and Wednesday had been pretty much like Monday!
In actual fact, Joey had hardly seen Gideon these past forty-eight hours. His car was already parked in his spot in the car park when she arrived in the mornings, and any work he had for her had either arrived mysteriously on her desk by the time she came in, or was delivered by May Randall later in the morning.
The connecting door between their two offices had remained firmly closed. Gideon obviously felt no necessity totalk to her, and Joey was
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