going to leave this afternoon for the last leg of our drive. However, I do have a doctor coming to check you out and make sure you and the child are okay. I’m taking it you’ve not gotten checked.”
I shake my head, “You’re the first person I’ve seen besides Lucien in over a year.”
“Alright. I’ll let the doctor know you haven’t been seen by one yet.” Eduardo rises from the couch and starts heading over to the door of the suite.
“Eduardo, thank you for doing this. I appreciate it more than you know.”
He turns back to look at me. “Amara, there’s no need to thank me. Even if I hated you I’d do this. I’m merely being decent. But, you and I have a bit of history . . . so maybe I’m giving you preferential treatment.”
“What kind of history would that be?” I ask, genuinely curious. It may give me some insight on how he feels about me. Not that I’m looking for love, but curiosity has never killed the cat.
He laughs, “You were a beautiful woman who made an old man feel young again. A great friend at a time you didn’t even know I needed it.”
“I didn’t know if you could tell, but back then I was totally trying to jump in your bed.”
“Oh, I could tell. You’re the type of woman who shoots her shot.”
“Yeah, I suppose I am.” I mutter, smiling lightly just as Eduardo makes his grand escape out of the suite.
Chapter Eight
Tough situations build strong people
~ The Villain Skill
Dante
A middle-aged woman has been in the bedroom with Amara for about the last five minutes. She’d brought in two sort of medical bags. I don’t know anything about what’s in them, but I hope nothing is wrong. Eduardo had conveyed to me how Amara wasn’t seen by a physician at all during her pregnancy. It was about the only thing he told me, even though I could see it all over his face how she confided much more to him.
“What’s the story between the two of you?” I ask Eduardo, who’s preparing a coffee in the kitchen. We’re leaving in a bit after her appointment is finished to head into Mexico City.
He draws his brows together and chuckles lightly. “I know what you’re insinuating. There isn’t any story, just some mild flirting back in the day. Didn’t I tell you that?”
He did, but that doesn’t mean I bought it. “There really wasn’t more between you?” I question, giving him his opportunity to tell me if there’s something else.
He shakes his head, “No, just a bit of flirting. She’d given me a bit of life when I needed it. You know?”
“Are you interested in her?” I ask, wanting to get to the point. I’ve never been the type of man who tip-toes around shit and I don’t think I ever will be.
“No, but you are. Dante, look . . . I won’t be the type of man who ever tells you what you should and shouldn’t do . . . but Amara has been through so much. She won’t be in her right mind for any sort of relationship for eons. She has many things to think about right now. Have you even thought about her? How she’ll have a baby?”
“Mothers are hot. What’s your point?”
Eduardo shakes his head. “God, you’ll never learn. All you younger men are the same. What if she doesn’t have the baby? Hmm, what then? What if she chooses to give it up for adoption?”
Why would something like this even matter? “If she does, she’s giving her child to a family who’s craved one, giving an incredible gift. Why would this dissuade me? Is that what you’re hoping to achieve?” Never in my life has Eduardo acted this way toward me. In the back of my mind I’m wondering if he does have a thing for Amara and he’s lying to me about it.
“I just don’t think my little manwhore of a cousin should be chasing after a woman who’s been through hell. Especially one whose sister I—” Eduardo immediately shuts his mouth.
“Ah, now this all makes sense. You have a thing for her sister. Don’t you, dear cousin?” I chuckle at the end, knowing I now have something to hold over his head.
“I might, but one thing I can say is how it’s none of your damn business.” Eduardo growls lowly.
“Isn’t her sister younger, too? What is she . . . half your age?” I chuckle, enjoying this more