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“Where’s the cheese powder?”
“I don’t even know what cheese powder is, but it sounds gross and unhealthy. You shouldn’t be giving him anything like that.”
I press the heel of my hand to my forehead to keep from putting my hands on Harrison instead.
“He asked for it. That means he’s had it before, and-”
“Not when I make him eggs. Just mix in a little milk. It’s not that hard.”
I can’t stand Harrison’s condescending tone, and I can see that he’s not going to be helpful. I turn to leave, so Jaxon and I can figure this out ourselves. I expect that I might have a child melting down on my hands once he finds out that cheese powder is not going to happen.
“Oh, and try to control yourself from now on,” Harrison says.
His words freeze me in my spot. I straighten my spine, and a few different phrases run through my mind of what I could say to straighten Harrison out. But I don’t say any of them.
Instead, I walk out of the room with my head held high. That’s the only way I can win an argument that I didn’t even mean to start.
Jaxon looks at me hopefully from the door to his playroom. I get down on his level and try to break the news as gently as possible. “Buddy, it seems that your daddy doesn’t know what the cheese powder is either. We’re going to have to experiment with some other ingredients to make the eggs yummy.”
Just as I expected, Jaxon throws himself on the ground and starts crying. As I try to figure out how I’m going to deal with his emotions, I silently thank Harrison for an amazing first morning.
As I stroke Jaxon’s hair and murmur something about how the sausages are really sad he doesn’t want to eat them, I realize that I still have a reason to be thankful. I have a job. And that’s something I didn’t have almost two weeks ago when I landed here.
I have a job, and I’m on my way to finding my feet again. I’m away from Garrett, and I’ll never have to see him again or even hear from him (modern technology and blocking works wonders).
I’m making strides, and that’s what I have to focus on when my boss laughs in my face about how desperate I am. As I sit there and dry Jaxon’s tears, I strengthen my resolve. No matter how sexy my new boss might be, I promise myself that I will never sleep with him.
Chapter six
Harrison
When I finish my two o’clock surgery, I’m exhausted. I always need a few minutes to just sit and do nothing. I head to my office and settle into my special ergonomic chair that I was so excited to buy.
I hardly ever use it, because I’m so busy attending to patients or doing surgeries. But right now, I sink into it and allow it to absorb me. It cushions my bones in just the right way.
I grab my phone, and I’m about to call Breanna. I used to call Lisa once a day to check in on Jaxon. He would grab her phone eagerly and chat to me about what he had been doing so far that day. But now, I should be on my way home.
I’ll talk to Jaxon when I walk through the door.
Instead of calling Breanna, I pull up one of the inside camera views to see if I can find my son.
They aren’t in the kitchen or living room. I’m about to check the last camera which is in Jaxon’s playroom, when I hear something on the living room camera.
I lean close, pressing the phone against my ear. There’s nothing to see, but I can hear Breanna’s voice, a distant murmur.
“Oh yeah,” she says, then something else unintelligible. “No, my boss is so annoying.”
I grip my phone a little more tightly as I continue to listen to the conversation.
There is a long pause. I hear Jaxon say “Miss Beanna, I got my shoes on. Can we go outside now?”
I switch to the camera that shows our backyard and watch as Jaxon runs out the backyard like he’s just found his “nitrous” button.
Breanna stands on the back porch and looks around, getting her bearings. My stomach tightens when I see her. She’s wearing a short-sleeved blue shirt and hip-hugging jeans that show off her hips and ass, especially when she turns her back directly to the camera and tests one of the chair with her hand before sitting down. Her phone is still pressed to her ear, and she doesn’t even glance at the camera.
Apparently, she has forgotten about them, or she doesn’t think I would ever actually use them.
Well, I do. It makes me feel connected to what’s going on at home.
