‘Are you aware of every move he makes?’
Another affirmative.
‘Does he enter your thoughts at the slightest provocation?’
‘Mm-hmm.’
‘You are so screwed.’
‘I am not.’ I huffed indignantly. ‘I’m perfectly in control of the situation.’
‘Yeah.’ Joss snorted. ‘So was I until I found myself pinned to Su’s desk. Eighteen months later and I’m picking out bedsheets with Braden and worrying if he doesn’t text me at least once from work to let me know how his day is going – as if he can’t tell me when he gets home. I can’t get to sleep without him beside me. Me? Can’t sleep without a guy in my bed? I’m addicted, Jo. And it started out with that look you’ve got.’
‘I’m glad for you, Joss. I really am. But it’s not the same thing. I care about Malcolm. I’m just physically attracted to Cam. It’s nothing.’
Joss burst out laughing and I watched in complete bemusement as she shook with her own hysterics.
‘What?’
She waved me off, trying to catch her breath. ‘Oh, man, nothing. Nothing.’ She looked at me again and then gave a furtive chuckle as if she knew something I didn’t. ‘I’m just having déjà vu.’
For the first time ever, I pretended to be sick at work. I told Mr Meikle I was coming down with a migraine, and since I was pale with worry for Cole, it didn’t take much convincing for him to let me leave early, although he grumbled the entire time I packed up my things.
I managed to get back to the flat just as Cole was getting home from school. He stopped in the hallway when he stepped inside the flat, his lips pinched as he watched me kick off my work shoes.
‘Well, you can’t pull a sickie every day,’ he said, deducing exactly what I’d done and why. ‘You’ll just have to trust that I can take care of being in the flat alone with her. Plus, I really think you scared the crap out of her.’
At that exact moment Mum’s bedroom door opened. She peered out at us, her lip curling in hostility as her eyes clashed with mine. She made a grunting noise before using the wall to help her along to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, I turned back to Cole.
‘Apparently, I can’t trust you to be alone with her.’
He winced at the reminder that he had kept her abuse from me. ‘I just didn’t want to upset you.’
I harrumphed at that and strode into the kitchen for a cup of tea. By the time I’d made it and nestled into the couch with my book, Cole had settled down on the armchair with his homework and Mum had gone back into her bedroom.
We sat there for an hour before I decided to get up and put on some dinner. I was just coming out of the kitchen when I heard a knock at the door. For an awful moment I thought maybe I’d finally stretched Malcolm’s patience and he’d turned up at the flat. He’d texted me today and I’d texted back, but I hadn’t encouraged conversation. Had he decided to show up to see what was going on?
My heart was pounding stupidly hard as I reached for the door, and it flipped over in my chest when I saw who stood on the other side of it.
‘Cam.’ I smiled, more than happy to see him.
He was wearing his usual uniform of print tee and jeans and I wanted to haul him in out of the freezing-cold stairwell. He gave me a quick smile. ‘All right?’
I stepped aside. ‘Come in.’
His smile widened and he slid past me, his shoulder brushing mine and causing inappropriate thoughts to tumble through my overworked brain. ‘Can I get you a coffee?’
‘Aye, that would be great.’ He followed me, throwing a wave to Cole. ‘Hey, bud, how are you?’
Cole grinned at him. ‘Good. You?’
‘Yeah, not bad.’ He trailed me into the kitchen.
‘What do you take?’
‘Milk, no sugar.’
I set about making it, fully aware of his eyes on my every movement. My cheeks felt incredibly warm under his perusal, and I hurried to get his drink ready. ‘You’re working tonight, aren’t you?’ I said, handing him the mug.
‘I am. But I wanted to drop something off first.’ He took a sip of his drink. ‘Mmm, good coffee.’
I laughed softly. ‘The way to a man’s heart.’
His grin was wicked. ‘Only an easily pleased man,’ he retorted, suggesting he was anything but easy to please.
‘Yeah, I can guess what it takes to please you, Cam, and this is a PG-rated household.’
He threw back his head and laughed, causing another flutter in my chest and my own smile to widen. ‘Good thing the flat downstairs is open to X-rated situations.’
I flushed and shook my head. ‘Moving on …’
‘What? Punters in the bar say worse than that to you and your comebacks are always good.’
He had been paying attention. I shrugged. ‘They’re not my friends.’
His eyes softened. ‘I’m still your friend, then? You haven’t changed your mind?’