“Nathan,” she hisses as I back away.
“Violet,” I whisper-shout back. “Do you think I’d leave him with you if I didn’t trust you? I’ll be three minutes, tops.”
I turn around, head to the exit, make my way to the car, and grab his bag out of the back footwell.
My phone vibrates in my cupholder. Shit. That’s a sure way to get my car broken into, believe me, I’ve had vehicles broken into for a lot less. I once left napkins in an open centre console, and my window was smashed, and they stole the mats.
I reach over, pluck it out, and look at the screen as I make my way back.
Clenching my jaw, I swipe the screen to open the text.
Naomi: He was really angry with me today. Can I see you tonight, please?
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Her reply is almost instant.
Naomi: Please, I just need someone to talk to. I promise that’s all.
I stop before the electronic doors open and stand to the side.
Me: I get that, but I think you need a professional.
Me: Someone who knows what they’re talking about.
Naomi: Please? *a photo of her tear-streaked face.
Me: Okay, fine, I’ll text you later.
Naomi: Thank you xx
I stuff my phone in my pocket. My good mood now soured. I go in search of Violet.
She’s reading off her list to Jacob as she strolls down the aisle. Unable to help myself, I sneak up behind her and grab her hips.
A small scream leaves her lips, followed by a heavy elbow to my stomach. I let out an oomph even though I work out. I wasn’t prepared for that jab. She spins around, her nostrils flaring, eyes wide.
“Nathan,” she says, slapping my shoulder.
“Violet,” I mimic, and glance at the trolley. “What were you doing while I was gone, napping?”
“Ha bloody ha.”
I wiggle my fingers. “List. Come on, hand it over. Let me see what I’m working with.”
Her lips twitch, but she keeps her smile at bay as she hands it over.
My eyes scan it, and then I hand it back. “Okay, we’ve got this, but first sustenance for this little guy.”
I pull out a bag of organic carrot puffs, the shit alternative to Wotsits, which should appease Jacob while we shop.
ChapterSixteen
VIOLET
As shopping goes, this actually wasn’t that unbearable.
“Hey, do you fancy sharing a rotisserie chicken back at mine when you drop me home?”
