I changed the channel for him just as my phone rang. Handing Cole the remote, I got up and followed the ringtone into the kitchen where I'd left my purse.
It was Joss. I felt a little relieved it wasn't Malcolm – I didn't even want to touch on why. 'Hi,' I answered quietly.
'Hey, you.' Joss's rich, husky voice was soothing to my nerves and I realized I'd missed seeing her at lunch today. 'I'm just checking in. You okay?'
'Um, not really.'
'You sound like shit.'
'Well … '
'Okay, I'm coming over.'
'Joss, you don't have to.'
'I have a bottle of wine here. Are you going to argue with me and a bottle of wine?'
I smiled. 'I wouldn't dream of it.'
'Smart lady. I'll be there in ten.' She hung up and I rolled my eyes. I always knew there was a secret 'momma bear' hiding underneath all Joss's prickliness.
When she arrived, she took one look at me and shook her head, her brows drawn together. 'Jesus C, Jo, what's happened now?'
I stepped aside to let her in, nodding at the bottle of wine in her hand. 'Let's crack this open first. We're both going to need it.'
Cole greeted Joss with a brusque nod and headed into his room to give us some privacy. Joss got comfortable on the end of the couch. 'Hit me with it.'
My mouth twisted at the irony of her word choice. 'Well, now that you mention it … '
When I was finished, I had to body tackle her to the couch so she couldn't barge into my mum's room and give her a beatdown, and then I had to spend five minutes assuring her that Cole and I were okay.
Her eyes were still flashing a little wildly as she took a sip of wine. 'So Cam was there for you?'
'Yeah. He was very kind, actually.'
Her eyebrows rose at my expression and then she gifted me with one of her gorgeous smiles. 'Oh, I recognize that look. I see that look on Ellie's face every time she gazes at Adam.'
'Whatever,' I muttered, refusing to let her catch sight of my eyes in case they just confirmed her suspicions.
'You are so crushing on Cam and I didn't even have to do anything.'
'I'm not crushing on Cam.'
'I know what that look means.'
'We're just friends.' I stared at her now. 'Joss, I like him, but we have partners, and I … '
Joss sighed. 'You still want the security that Malcolm can give you.'
I didn't need to answer – we both knew she was right.
'Does Cam give you butterflies?'
I nodded.
'Are you aware of every move he makes?'
Another affirmative.
'Does he enter your thoughts at the slightest provocation?'
'Mm-hmm.'
'You are so screwed.'
'I am not.' I huffed indignantly. 'I'm perfectly in control of the situation.'
'Yeah.' Joss snorted. 'So was I until I found myself pinned to Su's desk. Eighteen months later and I'm picking out bedsheets with Braden and worrying if he doesn't text me at least once from work to let me know how his day is going – as if he can't tell me when he gets home. I can't get to sleep without him beside me. Me? Can't sleep without a guy in my bed? I'm addicted, Jo. And it started out with that look you've got.'
'I'm glad for you, Joss. I really am. But it's not the same thing. I care about Malcolm. I'm just physically attracted to Cam. It's nothing.'
Joss burst out laughing and I watched in complete bemusement as she shook with her own hysterics.
'What?'
She waved me off, trying to catch her breath. 'Oh, man, nothing. Nothing.' She looked at me again and then gave a furtive chuckle as if she knew something I didn't. 'I'm just having déjà vu.'
For the first time ever, I pretended to be sick at work. I told Mr Meikle I was coming down with a migraine, and since I was pale with worry for Cole, it didn't take much convincing for him to let me leave early, although he grumbled the entire time I packed up my things.
I managed to get back to the flat just as Cole was getting home from school. He stopped in the hallway when he stepped inside the flat, his lips pinched as he watched me kick off my work shoes.
'Well, you can't pull a sickie every day,' he said, deducing exactly what I'd done and why. 'You'll just have to trust that I can take care of being in the flat alone with her. Plus, I really think you scared the crap out of her.'
At that exact moment Mum's bedroom door opened. She peered out at us, her lip curling in hostility as her eyes clashed with mine. She made a grunting noise before using the wall to help her along to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, I turned back to Cole.
'Apparently, I can't trust you to be alone with her.'
He winced at the reminder that he had kept her abuse from me. 'I just didn't want to upset you.'
I harrumphed at that and strode into the kitchen for a cup of tea. By the time I'd made it and nestled into the couch with my book, Cole had settled down on the armchair with his homework and Mum had gone back into her bedroom.