"Give that to me."
Gideon's sharp voice rang through the room, making Summer flinch. She had barely skimmed a single line before the file was yanked from her hands. Her heart lurched as she stared at him.
"Why are you yelling?" she asked, bewildered. "I only wanted to see what it was."
"It's—" Gideon faltered, the words catching in his throat. After a brief pause, he forced them out. "It's work-related. A confidential document."
Summer studied him, still confused. "You nearly scared me. You didn't have to shout like that."
She pressed a hand down on her chest as if trying to calm her pounding heart.
Gideon realized how harsh he had sounded. But panic had driven him.
After the heated argument with Chloe, he had been preparing to leave for the office. Before that, he had told her about Hope's autopsy report—and only then had it struck him that the file was still on the side table, right beside Summer's bed.
