I cleared my throat, unsure how to correct my misstep. An apology seemed trite, and I doubted she wanted me to point out the disparity in our living situations. We were both well aware.
I chose to push forward. “Let me show you the spare rooms. Obviously, I haven’t had the chance to prepare them, but everything’s clean and the beds are made.”
I took Jo’s car seat from her hands, and she didn’t fight me. The baby was as light as a feather, but the seat was like a load of bricks. Better I carry it than Catherine, who’d undoubtedly been doing all this on her own the last seven weeks.
The bedroom I showed her met her approval, based on her low gasp and her hands clutching at her chest.
The room was a mirror to mine, with a glass fireplace beside the king-size bed and a seating area that was empty for now on the other side.
“There’s a room right next door for Jo—”
“No, she can sleep here.” Catherine walked around the fireplace to the carpeted area meant to hold a pair of armchairs or a love seat. “This is perfect for her bassinet.”
“She doesn’t have her own bedroom?”
“She does, but she’s so little I’m not ready for there to be walls between us.”
Catherine had taken Jo out of her car seat and laid her in the center of the bed. Her arms were splayed above her head, and her legs were tucked up against her as she slept. I’d never been around babies, but this one seemed especially small and delicate.
“That makes sense. I don’t think I would be either,” I stated.
Her soft smile was back as she peered up at me. “Would you be able to set up the bassinet before you go back to the office?”
“Of course.”
I brought up their bags and the bassinet from my car. When I walked back into the bedroom, Catherine was on the bed beside Jo, curled up at her side. She watched me carry the bassinet to the spot she’d chosen on the other side of the fireplace, a crease between her brows.
I worked quietly so I didn’t wake the baby. It only took me a few minutes to set up the bassinet and plug it in. When I turned it on, it rocked slowly from side to side.
Seemed like a nice place for a baby to sleep.
Turning it off, I circled to the other side of the fireplace to let Catherine know, but her eyes were closed. She’d fallen asleep fast. With me in the room. That just showed how truly exhausted she was. Catherine had never let her guard down around me. Even on international flights, she remained awake and alert the whole time.
I took a long look at them, Catherine and Josephine peacefully sleeping together. Anyone with half a heart would have been affected by this scene. Some might have said I didn’t possess a quarter of one, but I felt it then, thudding against its cage.
“Bye, girls,” I whispered before turning toward the door.
“Elliot?” Catherine’s croak wasn’t very audible, but I’d heard, glancing back at her over my shoulder.
“Yes?”
She ran her index finger along Jo’s cheek. “It has floors.”
“What does?”
Her tired eyes flicked to mine. “Joey’s room has floors.”
She let her eyes drift closed, and I continued on my way back to the office. Daniel had probably gotten far too comfortable in my absence, and we really couldn’t have that.
Chapter Fifteen
Catherine
I did not have “live with my boss” on this year’s Bingo card. Then again, I didn’t have “have a baby” or “go bankrupt,” yet boom—here I was.
My life was full of surprises, even to me.
Seven weeks ago, I never could have imagined being here. I would have laughed at Elliot’s order to come with him. But those seven weeks had been a lifetime of worry, missing sleep, racing thoughts, and gnawing my fingernails to the quick.
I was tired. Tired of fighting a battle I couldn’t win. Tired of being the only one in my village. Just so fucking tired. I’d never known what it was like to feel exhausted to my bones until now. And it wasn’t just from missing sleep. This was a weariness that had started seeping in when Liam left and flooded through me when I understood he was never coming back. Not even for Joey.
The thing was, I’d known I shouldn’t have been living in that house under those conditions, but I’d been so heavy with dread I hadn’t been able to bring myself to take action. All it had taken was Elliot saying “no more” for me to pack my things up and leave.
I had no idea how long we’d be here. His offer might have only been for the night. But even a night in this luxurious home would be like a vacation. Maybe after some rest, my head would be clear enough to plan out my next step.