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“Was there something you wanted? I kind of have a full restaurant in my hands.” She had to get him off the phone before Cam blew a gasket.
“Can I come see you, Adri? We can have some coffee and catch up. I would love to see your bistro. You look beautiful on the website.”
What the hell was he talking about? She didn’t have time for this. “Tommy, I have to go.”
“Come on, Adri. You must be curious about me too.”
“Goodbye, Tommy.” She hung up and placed the phone back on the table.
Cam didn’t move. His gaze glued to her cell phone, his hand fisted on the table. Oh, shit, shit, shit, hell.
She placed a palm over his fist. “Cam.”
“Since when do you and Tommy do pleasantries?”
She ignored his biting tone, nothing good would come out of indulging it, and chose her words with meticulous care. “We. Don’t. I don’t know what that’s all about.”
“What do you mean you don’t know what that’s all about? It’s obvious. He wants to come see you.”
“He can want whatever the hell he wants, Cam. I don’t care. You shouldn’t either.”
“I care. He’s trying to come see you. He has my daughter’s name in his mouth. How does he even know her name?” A vein ticked at his neck. “He’s never forgotten you and he wants to come here and try to talk to you.”
“And? It’s not like he’s going to get me anyway. Don’t fuck shit up again. We are good, you and I. Don’t do anything stupid. Use your head. Tommy has never called me while you’re here. Think about it. Your father probably paid him to. Tommy’s a deadbeat junkie who would do anything for money these days.”
His face didn’t change but his shoulders eased. He wouldn’t look at her and that set her off even more. When he was jealous, he became an idiot. Then the memory of Sophia and the restaurant incident hit her with force and she winced. She could become an idiot too. It was better if they had a breather. She wasn’t in a rush to go through that shit again.
She pushed to her feet. “I’m going upstairs to check on an order I placed.”
He stopped her with a hand to the wrist. “Don’t go. Let’s talk this out.” His face was still dark. No, he wasn’t ready to talk about this in a way that wouldn’t blow the roof of the bistro off.
“No.” She yanked her wrist from his hand. “Let’s give each other some space. God knows I need to cool down, too.”
•••
Adrianna’s heels clicked away against the hardwood, driving the distance between them with each step. A few feet away, oblivious to the mood of her parents, Bron sang along with Rihanna’s voice over the speakers about wanting someone to stay. The irony was not lost on Cam. He could have laughed.
His chest loosened and he focused on his daughter’s voice, his gaze on the wood grain surface of the table. He counted the fiber lines and breathed like he did before he had to pitch a game, shutting out the world and hearing himself. He couldn’t be angry or emotional on the mound and most of the time, he was able to use that in his daily life. The biggest lesson he’d learned in his life was not to let the moment color his reactions.
But when it came to Adri, that never seemed to work. He was always giving himself to the first emotion. They were together now. If he continued like this, he was going to fuck things up.
Use your head.
Walter had stopped by last night. The same Walter who told him Tommy was happy with Adri. And Tommy called, today of all days. Why the fuck was he still jealous of Tommy? She had never gotten back with Tommy and he, Cam, was the man she still loved. He was the father of her child. He was the one she’d woken up that morning so hot for she could barely wait until he opened his eyes, the one she’d savaged with her mouth, deep throating and teasing with her tongue, and made come three times before noon. She was his. He was hers.
Why couldn’t he put it all together before he let his temper get the best of him? He’d let his father use Tommy—a proven method—to rile him and take him off his game. Now she was pissed off. Because he was a fucking idiot. He’d screwed things up again. Damn him and his dumb jealousy. She was right. He was a fucking dumbass.
He pushed to his feet, making the chair drag back loud. Bron looked up from the arrangement, a hibiscus in hand. Cam forced a smile. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. I’ll be here. I don’t know why people have to touch the arrangements.” She sighed.
He turned around and headed for the stairs, stealing one last look. She was singing again and shifting the flowers around.
He hurried up the steps. Adrianna sat still at her desk, her palms flat on the glass surface.
“I told you we should take a breather.” She didn’t open her eyes and her voice was forceful and sharp, like a felling ax.
“I came to apologize.”
