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The family crowded around Jodi and he backed off, giving them space, as Cam appeared around the corner, tottering on high heels and trying to balance a cardboard tray bearing enough coffees to keep the entire Andrews clan up all night.
Her worried gaze noted the doc’s retreating back, skimmed over his family gathered around Jodi before slamming into his and what he glimpsed in her eyes took his breath away.
She cared; not just the obligatory caring for in-laws, she really, truly cared about Jem and for what they were all going through.
Sending her a reassuring smile, he met her half way across the waiting room, took the tray out of her hands, placed it on a nearby table, and enveloped her in his arms.
“Is there news?”
“She’s going to be okay,” he murmured, stroking her hair, loving how her body fit against his as if they’d been made for each other.
Which they had been. He’d known it from the first moment they’d met and how close they’d grown lately merely reinforced what he’d always known.
“Thank goodness Jemma’s okay.” She sagged with relief, her hand insinuating its way between their bodies to surreptitiously swipe at her eyes.
“Hey, the worst part’s over,” he said, easing back slightly to run a thumb across her cheek, catching a lone tear as it trickled down.
“I know.”
Though from the scared gleam in her eyes, he knew she didn’t believe him. Either that, or something else had put that anxious look in her eyes and he had no idea what.
“Thanks for bringing the family coffees, but once we distribute them let’s get out of here. You must be exhausted.”
She didn’t protest, and as he slung an arm around her shoulders, picked up the coffee tray, and headed toward his family to say goodbye, he couldn’t help but ponder what was going through his wife’s head.
Chapter Eighteen
Camryn picked up the phone for the fifth time that morning before slamming the cell back on the table.
She had to call Blane.
She’d prevaricated long enough and last night’s drama in the ER with Jemma only served to strengthen her resolve. He loved his niece, desperately, wholeheartedly, unreservedly, and if he had that much love to give a niece imagine, imagine how great he’d be as a father?
Setting him free was the right thing to do. Her head knew it, her heart would never catch up.
She hadn’t slept a wink in the wee small hours when she’d made it back here for her first night in her brand-spanking new apartment, hadn’t been able to force a morsel of food past her lips this morning, and could barely drag her feet around the place to do a much needed clean.
She’d never felt so drained, so lifeless, and every one of her bones ached as if she had some terrible flu.
She was sick all right: heart sick over losing the love of her life all over again.
While her heart ached and her soul emptied of joy, she picked up the phone and tapped the button for his number,sinking into her favorite zebra print leather chair and curling her legs up under her.
“Hey, Cam.”
Her heart somersaulted at the familiar rich deepness of his voice.
“Hey, Blane. How’s Jemma?”
“She’s fine. Jodi just called, said she’ll make a full recovery.”
“That’s great,” she said, surprised at the depth of her relief. The little girl had wound her way into her affection but she hadn’t realized how deeply until last night. “Jodi must be relieved.”
“We all are. How are you doing? You looked pretty exhausted by the time I dropped you off.”
“I am.” She didn’t elaborate, all too aware what she had to say had to be done in person and hoping he’d go for her plan. “I’ve been doing some thinking and was wondering if you’d like to take a trip with me to Rainbow Creek?”
“Sure.” He didn’t hesitate even though he had to be more than a little surprised. “When?”
