An unfamiliar feeling swirls in my stomach as I watch him with her.
Don’t call her baby.
I clench my jaw as I move toward the door. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Daniel stands and shakes my hand. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate you caring for her. I’ll take it from here.”
I stare at him; okay, I don’t like this guy.
He’s too . . . familiar.
“I’m not sure if I should leave her with you?” I say.
His face falls. “Why not?”
“I mean, how do I know you aren’t going to take advantage of her.”
“Because I’m her friend . . . and I live with her.”
I straighten my tie as I go over my options. “Hmm.” I rearrange my cufflinks.
“Look Mr.—” he says.
“Elliot Miles,” I interrupt him.
He gives me a stifled smile. “Mr. Miles, thank you for looking after her, but I’m home now. I appreciate all you’ve done.”
“Fine.” I take one last look around the room. “I’ll be in touch.”
I head toward the door and then stop and take the gold business card case from my pocket, handing over my card. “Call me if something is wrong or if anything changes.”
He frowns as he takes the card from me. “Okay, I will.”
“Goodnight.”
I march down the stairs and out the front door, walk over to my Bentley, and get into the backseat.
“Where to, boss?” Andrew asks as we pull out into the traffic.
“Anywhere with food.”
KATE
I wake to the deep throb in my stomach and I wince.
Oww, period pain.
I drag my eyes open—I need to go to the bathroom. I sit up and frown as I look down at myself.
Huh?
Why am I wearing this?
I go to step out of bed and tread on a blanket on my floor. “What’s that?”
I flick my lamp on and see that Daniel is asleep on top of the couch cushions on the floor beside my bed. “What the hell?” I step over him and go to the bathroom.
It’s urgent now.
Damn it, periods are a design fault in the female human body.
I sit on the toilet as I go over last night. Wait . . . what am I doing in my netball dress?
Hang on, I don’t even remember playing netball.
I was at the office . . . and then . . . what?
And what’s Daniel doing asleep on my floor?
I have a quick shower as I wrack my brain about last night’s events. Was I drinking . . .
I’m completely blank, jeez.
I pull my robe on and walk back out into my bedroom to see Daniel awake and leaning up on his elbow. “How are you feeling?”
“Why was I in my netball dress?”
He sits up, surprised. “You don’t remember?”
“I . . .” I pause as I try to. “No, I . . . I’m at a loss.”
“You passed out at work, apparently had a reaction to some medication or something.”
“Are you serious?” I think back. “Yes . . . the pain tablets. Shit.”