widens his eyes and then follows him sheepishly.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Shit. I look around in panic. What do I do?
For five minutes, I pace in the room as I try to think of a plan.
I grab a file and go to the nurse’s station. “I just have to take this report upstairs,” I lie.
“Sure thing.”
I speed walk to the elevators and then up the two-mile corridor to Cameron’s office.
I go to knock, but my hand freezes midair. I can hear Cameron yelling but I can’t hear what Seb is saying in reply. Is Seb even saying anything?
What the fuck?
I put my head up to the door.
“Do I make myself fucking clear?” Cameron yells.
“Crystal,” I hear Seb reply.
The door opens in a rush and I jump back. Cameron appears, his cold eyes hold mine, and then he calmly walks down the hall towards Peter.
Seb appears and we both stand and watch Cameron disappear around the corner.
We glance at each other, and without a single word we both scurry back to work.
Well, that was awkward.
It’s 5:00 p.m. I’m on my tea break, scrolling through my phone. I have a missed call from Natasha, so I call her back.
“Hey, Ash.”
“Hello.” I smile. “How are you? What’s going on?”
“Well, Joshua just told me that you don’t want to come to Vegas. Why not?”
I frown. “What… Vegas? Are you going?”
“Yes. The boys have a stag night and we thought that we could bring the kids and then have a night out for the girls.”
I frown. Shit... I really don’t want to go. “Yeah, I’m not keen.” I sigh. “I’m just really busy right now, Tash. You go and have fun.”
“Oh.” She sighs. “I don’t want to go without you. Why don’t we bring Jenna?” she asks. “She could do with a weekend away, and there’s plenty of room for her on the jet.”
I scowl because, damn it, I know Jenna really does need a weekend away.
She would be so excited.
“Oh, we’ll have so much fun and the three of us could go out on the Saturday night. My nannies are coming so the kids will all be fine,” she continues.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, let me think about it. I’m really not into it.”
“Oh, please,” she begs. “I desperately need a night out and Adrian is coming, too.”
“Adrian is coming?” Hmm, it’s getting tempting.
“Let me speak to Cam and I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” I sigh.
“Okay, babe. Please come.” She hangs up and I shake my head.
I am so not going.
It’s 9:00 p.m. and Cam isn’t home from work yet. His secretary called me at 4:30 p.m. to let me know that he was held up in surgery. That’s code for something is not going to plan. We stay at Cam’s house three nights a week and then my house three nights so that Jenna can still care for Owen in the mornings and afternoons. Cameron would prefer to stay here all the time and get the nanny to work extra, but I feel that it’s important for Owen to still spend as much time with Jenna as possible. Apart from me, she is the only other stable person who has been in his life since birth.
I’ve already retrieved Cameron’s favorite red wine from the cellar in preparation for his bad day.
I didn’t see Cam all day after he roasted Seb in his office, and I’ve just tucked Owen into bed. He’s not happy that Dad’s not home before bedtime. It seems surreal that just six months ago he never even knew who his father was.
I hear the automatic gates open and I smile and fill our heavy crystal glasses with the dark red. He must be exhausted after fifteen hours of surgery.
He comes in and walks into the laundry to take off his scrubs. “Hey,” he calls as he heads straight up to shower.
“Hi,” I call after him.
I wonder what happened to hold him up so late. I’ll give him some time to unwind alone.
Ten minutes later he reappears in a pair of silk boxer shorts. “Hello, Miss Tucker.”
I smile. He has that tone to his voice tonight—the deep I’m about to fuck you really hard tone.
“Hello.” I smile as the butterflies dance in my stomach. They dance partly because I know he’s pissed off about Seb and partly because I know he’s had a shit day... but mostly because he looks off the charts fucking hot right now, half naked, standing here in the kitchen. My eyes drop down his