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“Saturday is fine,” I interrupt. “I don’t want them disappointed.”
“I’ll pay you overtime.”
“No. I want to do it for them, and I’ll have fun there too. Even if you’ll have a grumpy face the entire time.”
I’m more surprised he is going, but as I know the children will love their father being around for once, I say nothing about it.
A small curve rises on one side of his mouth. But he doesn’t turn my way. He remains staring at the road ahead. “Do you think I’m grumpy?”
“Sometimes.” I shrug my shoulders. “But after everything you’ve gone through, it’s understandable. I’d be miserable if I lost the love of my life.”
He turns and looks at me strangely, and I think he’s about to say something. Instead, he sighs.
“You’ll never believe what my friend Amber did on holiday,” I say, changing the subject. My voice rising with excitement. As I know he won’t guess or try to, I continue, “She married a man … a stranger in Vegas. How crazy is she?”
“Why?”
“He needed a wife to get his inheritance.” I laugh. “Can you believe families still do that? Anyway, as Amber wanted to win the bet, she agreed and now she has an American husband.”
“What bet?”
After everything I told him, that’s all he can say.
“We had a one thousand pounds bet on who could do the craziest thing in Vegas. Each person gave the winner a grand.” I shake my head. “I was winning until she did that. I could hardly argue with her.”
“What did you do?”
“Oh … well, I told everyone I gave the flight attendant a blow job in the airplane toilets.” I laugh as I stare out of the window as we get closer to home. “Only Amber knows…”
“You did what?” Fury coats his words and when I twist in my seat to see his face, his jaw clenches and he looks like he’s going to erupt.
“I never…” But I stop talking—because damn—he hates it.
I’ve got nothing from Dr. Havers before today. Yes, he’s nice to me when he feels like it. But this emotion is something else.
“It was nothing.” That’s the truth. It wasn’t.
“Oh, so now you go around giving blow jobs to strangers?” he retorts.
“You took a medical rep out for a drink and never came home until the next day. Are you telling me it’s okay for you and not me?” My voice raises a few octaves before I glare at him. “That’s sounds very...” Hypocritical is what I’m about to say but when he laughs, I stop talking.
“You sound jealous.”
“So do…” I go to answer far too quickly. I swallow the rest of my words. “I’m only letting you know how hypocritical you sound.”
He grunts something I don’t pick up, and I don’t ask what it was. Instead, I stare out of the window until the car pulls outside his home in Central London, and I realize we’ve not spoken for quite some time.
I push on the car door and stand on the sidewalk outside his beautiful home.
The house stands proudly on a tree-lined street in Kensington, its grand facade an impressive display of classic Georgian architecture. Large, symmetrically placed sash windows with white painted wooden frame give a crisp offset to the red brick wall.
I walk past the low wrought-iron fence that separates the house from the road and toward the dark wood double doors of the house.
Just as I reach out for the polished brass handle that gleams in the sun. Dr. Havers comes up behind me. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my neck.
“Sorry, I was out of order. I had no right. I’m your boss, not your father.”
I sigh. Wishing he was more.
