I swallow uncomfortably, holy mother of god. “What do you mean Cameron?” I ask as I step back from him defensively.
“I mean … how do you know Joshua’s blood type?” he snaps.
I frown at him. “I looked on his chart in the hospital. How did you think I knew? What’s this about?”
He narrows his eyes at me and steps back as he seems to regain his composure. “Nothing … I’m just having a weird day.” He runs his hands through his hair in frustration as he shakes his head.
“Cameron, if something is wrong involving Joshua I would like to know about it,” I question.
He studies my face as he assesses me. “Like I said, nothing is wrong. I’m going back to the room to see Gran. I will see you up there.” With that he leaves the room in a rush.
Hmm, ok, I rub my eyes in frustration. Shit, that was close. I’m starting to perspire from nerves. Cameron is onto something and I need to find out just exactly what that is and what the hell I am going to do about it.
I sit in the hospital room as the nurses prepare to take the blood, my mind in a rush. Max just called me to let me know that Coby Allender has been googling Natasha from his computer in jail … what does that mean? Who is this nut job and what does he want? His trial is on Wednesday and the word is that the police don’t have enough evidence to prove he committed the murders but they know he did it. More than likely he will get an innocent verdict in court. Is Natasha in danger if he gets out? Max seems to think that she is. My stomach churns. This is another total mess that I don’t have time for.
Natasha walks into the consultation room and smiles at me warmly. That’s all it takes to make me weak … and calm. Her beautiful smile complete with those dimples. “Are you ok?” she whispers as she gently kisses my cheek and runs her hand over my hair.
“I am now,” I smile. Why does she make me so needy? I take her hand in mine.
“How did you know I had this type of blood?” I ask.
“I saw it on your chart in the hospital in LA.” She kisses me again.
I nod and she sits quietly in the chair in the corner of the room. “Is the child going to be ok?” she asks.
I nod. “I think so, they take the blood and screen it and then give it to him.”
The nurse walks back in the room and starts to prepare to take the blood and we both sit silently watching her. My eyes linger on my beautiful girl who is deep in concentration watching the nurse. She pulls her glasses from her bag so she can see what is going on and I smile at her.
“What?” she mouths as she smirks.
I shake my head. I’ve never known a woman who is so damn sexy in glasses. Her intelligence is a huge trigger to my libido.
Ten minutes later we have finished and are walking back to the room, and we stop off to get a coffee from the cafeteria. The fawning of the girls behind the counter is actually getting embarrassing. It’s ok when Cam is here because he loves to flirt but I just find it downright embarrassing when he’s not there.
“Hello, Joshua,” one of the girls coos.
I smile and nod as I dip my head. “Hello,” I reply. They all giggle.
Natasha looks at me deadpan. “How does she know your name?” She raises an eyebrow as she folds her arms in front of her.
I smirk. “Because she puts it on my coffee every day,” I answer.
Natasha screws up her face at me. “I bet she does.” She puts a finger in her mouth to symbolise she’s going to be sick and I give her a wink. I love it when she gets jealous.
“Must be that penis in my pants,” I smirk as I raise my eyebrow in jest.
“Hmm, you mean the one I am just about to cut off as an optional extra,” she whispers as she looks around in annoyance.
“Or suck,” I whisper back as I lean in and kiss her cheek.
“No. Not happening, no sucking tonight, Stanton,” she smirks as she takes a seat.
“We’ll see,” I smile.
We wait for our coffee in silence, her phone is on the table and beeps a message at the same time she goes to get the coffees from the counter. I read it-it’s from someone called Jes.
I’m at the gym and haven’t seen you for forever.
I’m coming over to yours tonight.
She comes back and sits down with our coffees. “Jes messaged you and she’s coming over tonight,” I remark as I take my coffee from her hand.
“Huh?” She frowns as she looks at her phone.
“Your friend Jes texted.”
She snatches the phone from the table as she sits and reads the message. “Huh, so she is, fancy that.” She takes a large gulp of her coffee and then spits it onto the table.
“Fucking fishface makes the coffee too fucking hot,” she snaps as she grabs a serviette and wipes her mouth.
I laugh out loud. “Fishface, who is fishface?”
“The idiot behind the counter who looks like a fish,” she stammers with the napkin over her face as she looks around in embarrassment.
I can’t help it, I laugh out loud again.
“My tongue has third-degree burns from that bitch,” she stammers. “Surely you don’t have to ask for coffee to be at a drinkable temperature, now do you?”
I shrug. “Mine’s fine.”
“Yes, well you’re good-looking with a penis. We already know that,” she mutters as she wipes the table.
“What time is your friend coming over?” I ask. “Do I know her?”
Her eyes meet mine. “No, not really. I’m going to text her and tell her not to come. I want you to myself.”
She starts to text and I feel a contentment sweep over me as I lean back in my chair and drink my coffee. Bridget walks in and over to us.
“Don’t get the coffee unless you want a tongue transplant,” Natasha snaps as she keeps texting.