In spite of all her bizarre actions with him...
Goren didn't have the heart to refuse Eames a dance tonight.
Eames had asked him if he would dance with her at the party where the entire NYPD would be...
Even just once.
Goren had almost said no.
Remembering her many behaviors with him.
He should have told her no.
Because who was to say she wouldn't do her foolishness again.
He had been allowed to go to the park.
To the archive room.
The restaurant.
And let's not talk about the scene in the street.
Goren had expected the worst from Eames.
But he couldn't refuse her.
Despite everything she had done to him.
Turning him on his head.
In addition...
It wouldn't cost him anything.
And above all...
They wouldn't be alone.
There'd be the whole New York police force.
So there'd be no danger of Eames doing anything with him.
Finally...
He said that...
But he wasn't sure.
Remembering the restaurant with Logan and Barek...
He had great doubts.
Eames would be capable of anything.
But too late...
He had accepted.
And he couldn't back out now.
But above all...
He couldn't see himself saying no to her now.
In addition...
Goren didn't want to hurt Eames' feelings.
So he would go dancing with her.
But the small hitch.
He'd forgotten about the day this party, where the entire New York police force would be there, was happening.
And he couldn't duplicate himself.
And he couldn't double up.
Finally…
If he could have freed himself.
But that was another story.
He couldn't do that.
His mother was counting on him.
This was his one visit a week.
He couldn't not be near her.
Eames would understand that he couldn't do otherwise.
Or at least his absence.
- You are very thoughtful, my son...
At his mother's voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his mother, who was looking at him with affection.
- Isn't there a woman who takes up all your thoughts.
At her words, Goren blushed violently, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
He put his hand on the back of his neck, looked away, everything was embarrassing.
So that was it.
His son was thinking of a woman.
Just by his reaction, Frances Goren could not be mistaken.
But strangely enough...
There was something more serious.
Something he was hiding from her.
Had he promised this woman to be with her tonight...
And instead...
He was with her.
It was possible.
His son would always sacrifice his life for her...
Before thinking of his own.
- Didn't you promise to be with her tonight...
Goren opened his mouth to close it again, shocked that his mother could read him so easily.
- I...
But yes.
That's what it was.
And instead of being with her.
He was here...
Here...
And with her.
But what a fool.
Name of God...
Why hadn't he told her anything.
She could have understood very well.
Especially when she knew that for her son it was hard enough to have relationships.
- Go find her.
What.
Had Goren heard his mother's words correctly.
His mother could not be serious.
He had come to see her.
And he wasn't going to leave her like that.
But on the other hand...
There was Eames.
And leaving her in the lurch wasn't right.
Eames had always been there for him...
- You'll come to see me another time... She waved her hand at him to go. But you will owe me a visit.
At her words, Goren felt an immense relief rise in him.
His mother was not angry with him.
On the contrary.
She was the one who told him to go to Eames.
- What are you waiting for?
At her words, Goren jumped.
Good God...
It's true.
His mother was right.
It wasn't by staying immersed in his thoughts...
He was not going to get to Eames.
With haste, he stood up, walked over to his mother, lowered his face to hers, placed a kiss on her cheek.
- Thank you, Mom.
He moved away from his mother, and rushed towards the door, under the amused look of Francès.
My God...
But he was in a hurry.
This woman must have been really important to his son.
So much so that he couldn't stop thinking about her when he was with her.
Maybe his son had finally managed to find the rare pearl.
At least...
That's what Frances hoped.
Because seen the exes of his son …
What the hell was Goren doing.
He was such a jerk.
Why wasn't he still there.
Eames was tired of dancing with colleagues.
Especially since they weren't Goren.
She...
She only wanted to dance with him.
She wanted to feel his hands on her body.
And not those of another.
Eames wanted to use all the chances on her side.
After all...
Didn't they say that a man and a woman should not dance together...
Otherwise the feelings would get in the way.
And so...
Eames wanted to try it.
To see if it was true.
But the big idiot still wasn't there.
Was he really coming.
- Talk about a smart guy.
- What are you saying Eames...
At Logan's voice, Eames snapped out of his thoughts, only to find hazel eyes questioning him.
Good God...
She forgot that she was dancing with Logan.
And more importantly...
That she had to be careful what she said in front of him.
Logan was a very curious type...
Too much so.
And he liked to poke his nose everywhere.
And instead of being careful...
She had just said out loud what she was thinking.
And it wasn't hard to tell who she was talking about.
And it was all Goren's fault.
If he had been there...
She wouldn't have lost her patience.
And wouldn't have gotten upset.
In addition...
There weren't thirty-six thousand big men in the room...
Let alone...
Of what had been his partners.
Goren was the only one of all his partners who was that tall.
- Eames...
Good God...
Why did she keep coming back to Goren.
Yes, she wanted him in her bed.
But from there to thinking about him all the time...
It was becoming obsessive.
After all it was his fault.
If he had understood her attempts...
Maybe she wouldn't have to look for new tricks.
- I'm talking to myself.
But of course...
No but what a little liar.
Logan had heard Eames' words very well.
She had said big fool.
And he knew very well who Eames was talking about.
Eames was waiting for Goren.
And she couldn't hide it.
That gloomy look she had at the moment told her so.
But it was strange...
Why had Goren still not appeared.
Could there be a problem...
But Logan realized what day it was.
God...
But yes.
It was normal that Goren was still not there.
He might not even appear.
Goren had gone to visit his mother.
Like every Thursday.
Maybe Eames had forgotten about him.
Did he have to remind her.
- Eames... She looked up with her big hazel eyes shining with exasperation, pursing her lips, pouting. I think you're waiting for Goren for nothing.
What.
Where did Logan get the idea that she was waiting for Goren.
Was she that easy to read.
Waiting for that big fool.
Who had said yes to her for a dance.
And who wasn't coming.
- Peuh...
She huffed in annoyance.
Eames was getting seriously pissed off.
And she knew who she was going to turn her anger on.
Especially if he didn't come...
She was going to make him bitterly regret his behavior tomorrow at work.
- Eames... It's Thursday... And you know…
Logan could not finish his sentence, that big precipitated steps were heard, and moved right towards them.
To the sound of his steps, Eames felt her heart beat violently in her chest, an immense joy rising in her.
She recognized his footsteps among thousands.
His steps were Goren's.
So he had come.
She moved away from Logan, and turned towards a Goren who had just arrived at their side, and a big smile appeared on her lips.
But she pulled herself together, brought her hands to her mouth, hiding her smile.
No.
She shouldn't show him that she was happy to see him.
She had to show him that she wasn't happy that he was just arriving now.
When he reached them, Goren stopped, trying to catch his breath, his face red.
- I'll go back to Barek.
Logan, feeling like he was in over his head, walked away from them, and went towards Barek, leaving them alone.
Damn it...
How was Goren going to get out of this one.
Had he dreamed that big smile that appeared on Eames' lips at the sight of him.
It was quite possible.
Because at that moment...
Eames' big hazel eyes were black...
And they were flashing.
- I'm sorry...
He put his hand to the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed, looking away, everything awkward.
At his words, Eames felt all his resentment melt away like snow in the sun.
No.
She shouldn't forgive him so easily.
It would be too easy.
In addition...
If Goren had not been able to arrive before...
She didn't mean anything to him.
That he didn't care about her.
So no.
She wouldn't forgive him.
- You lost your chance.
Sorry.
Her chance.
Good God…
But she was resentful.
But he couldn't help it.
If he was there...
It was thanks to his mother.
Otherwise he wouldn't have come.
And she was angry with him.
Couldn't she understand that he couldn't do otherwise.
Eames turned away, and walked away without a glance for Goren, who looked at her, not daring to move as if mortified.
Was he dreaming.
He had made the effort to come.
After all she was doing to him.
And she...
No.
Eames wouldn't dare.
She wouldn't hold it against him for so little.
When he had already done much worse.
Goren definitely did not understand Eames anymore.
Eames had forgiven him for much worse.
And just for that...
Moreover...
Did Eames forget what day it was.
She knew very well that on Thursday...
He was going to visit his mother.
So he couldn't do otherwise.
What the hell...
Goren had to catch up with Eames.
She couldn't just leave.
He couldn't stand the fact that she could be on the outs with him.
So with a quick step, he rushed after her.
- Alex... Wait.
At Goren's shout, Eames stopped, a small smile on his lips.
But it was that it had worked again.
That trick of beating him from the cold.
She really knew it by heart.
Goren didn't like it when she beat him cold.
And so...
Eames knew very well how to manipulate him.
And it never failed.
It was too easy.
The proof was…
That he was chasing her to try to make things right.
- It's Thursday... Goren stopped a few feet away from her. My mother...
His mother...
My God...
Eames opened her mouth wide to close it again.
She had forgotten that this was the day Goren was visiting her mother.
And today...
It was Thursday.
Eames understood better now.
Goren couldn't help it.
So knowing that he had come...
- I didn't want to...
Goren couldn't finish his sentence, as Eames swiveled towards him, and walked straight towards him, a big mischievous smile on his lips, his big hazel eyes shining with malice.
That look on Eames' face...
Goren gasped.
My God...
He didn't like it.
Had he been fooled by the little blonde again.
It looked like it.
When he reached Goren, Eames took his hand in hers, intertwined his fingers with hers, and with a determined look, pulled him, forced him to follow.
- You promised me a dance... And you're going to give it to me.
Eames walked towards the dance floor, passing several couples, but not paying any attention to them, despite the insistent looks they were giving them, followed by a Goren, who let himself be guided by Eames.
Eames stopped in the center of the dance floor, forcing Goren to stop, and turned to him, came to stand in front of him, and she took his hand and put it on his slim waist, and with her other hand, took his hand in hers, and began the dance steps.
Goren definitely did not understand anything anymore.
Two seconds...
Eames was beating him cold.
And at that moment...
Name of God...
He would never understand her.
Goren wished he had a booklet on how to use the Eames.
It would have helped him.
Especially...
Since his last few days.
Eames was acting really weird with him.
She was always messing with him.
And even tonight...
She had played him again.
What was Eames after in the end.
Goren would like to understand.