Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(6)

'Mal, did you ask Jo about the job?'

Bemused, I looked up at my boyfriend. 'Job?'

'Becca, it's fine, really,' Cameron insisted, his deep voice sending a shiver of something I didn't want to admit to through my body. My eyes swung to collide with his and I saw him staring back at me, his expression blank.

'Nonsense,' Malcolm answered good-naturedly and then eyed me thoughtfully. 'You're still looking for another bartender at the club, aren't you?'

We were. My friend and colleague (and my only one-night stand  –  I'd been a mess after Callum), Craig, had left us for Australia. Tuesday had been his last night and our manager, Su, had been interviewing for a new bartender for a week now. I'd miss Craig. Sometimes his flirting got to be a bit much, and I never had the balls to tell him to shut up (Joss did), but at least he was always in a good mood. 'Yeah, why?'

Becca touched my arm and I looked into her pleading face. It suddenly occurred to me that even though she was a few years older than me, she looked and sounded like a little girl, with her wide blue eyes, smooth skin and high-pitched voice. The two of us couldn't have been any more different. 'Cam is a graphic designer. He worked for a graphics company that does all the marketing and branding for household names around the country, but they had budget cuts. Last in, first out sort of thing, and Cam just started with them a year ago.'

I shot Cam a wary but sympathetic look. It wasn't easy losing your job.

I didn't know what I or the bartending position had to do with it, though.

'Becca.' Cam sounded annoyed now. 'I told you I'd deal with this myself.'

She flushed a little under his penetrating gaze and I suddenly felt a connection to her. I wasn't the only one he intimidated. Good. 'Cam, let me help.' She turned back to me. 'He's struggling  – '

'I'm struggling to find graphic design work.' Cam cut her off, his blue eyes burning with frustration. It suddenly occurred to me that his apparent bad mood might have nothing to do with me and everything to do with his situation. 'Malcolm said there was a full-time position open at Club 39 and I have experience bartending. I need something to get me through until I can find another job. If you could get me an application form, I'd appreciate it.'



       
         
       
        

Why I decided to be helpful considering I didn't very much like him, or his attitude, remained a mystery as I replied, 'I'll do one better. I'll speak to my manager and I'll give her your number.'

He stared at me a moment and I couldn't for the life of me work out what was going on behind his eyes. Finally, he nodded slowly. 'Okay, thanks. My number is  – '

At that moment my phone vibrated in my hands and I lifted it to stare at the screen.

I'm home from Jamie's house. Stop panicking. Cole.

The tension melted from my body and I sighed, quickly texting him back.

'Jo?'

I glanced up and noted Malcolm's raised eyebrows.

Damn. Cam's number. I flushed, realizing I'd completely blanked on him when I got Cole's message. I sent him a sheepish smile of apology, one that ricocheted off his steely countenance. 'Sorry. Your number?'

Unamused, he rattled it off for me and I typed it into my phone.

'I'll give this to her tomorrow.'

'Yeah, sure,' he responded in a bored tone, suggesting he didn't think I had the brain cells to remember to do that.

His attitude towards me pricked, but I decided not to let it bother me, snuggling more happily into Malcolm's side now that I knew Cole was tucked in safe in our flat on London Road.





2


While Becca no doubt tried to talk Malcolm into extending the lease on the gallery, I wandered off towards the coat rail, my back to the room as I called Cole.

'What?'

I made a face at the way my little brother had taken to answering the phone lately. Apparently, becoming a teenage boy meant that the carefully seeded manners I'd tried to plant in him were no longer applicable. 'Cole, you answer the phone like that to me again and I'm selling the PS3 on eBay.' I'd dipped into our savings to buy him the video console for Christmas. It had been worth it at the time. Apparently becoming a teenager meant Cole no longer had the ability to show excitement. I tried to make Christmas as thrilling as possible for Cole when he was a kid, and I got all juiced up on how crazy happy he got when Santa was coming. Those days had disappeared somewhere, and I missed them. However, the sight of Cole's shy grin when he opened his PS3 had given me that feeling back for a moment. He'd even patted me on the shoulder and told me I'd done good. Condescending little shit, I thought affectionately.

Cole sighed. 'Sorry. I told you I was home. I got a lift off Jamie's dad.'