'Aye,' I assured him. 'I feel a kind of peace knowing that he's okay. And Olivia seems nice.' I twisted my neck to look into his eyes. 'Thank you.'
He shrugged and looked back at the telly. 'I just want to make you happy.'
My stomach rolled out another somersault. 'You do.'
'Really? The earlier drama was definitely just an emotional … female … thing … ?'
I wanted to laugh, but in the end the crap I'd pulled out in the hall wasn't funny. 'I'm sorry for doing that. It wasn't nice. I was pissed off at Meikle and at myself and I twisted it all in my head so I could blame someone else. Someone more accessible to my rage.'
Cam grunted. 'So naturally that someone is me?'
I stroked his chest affectionately. 'Sorry.'
He looked down at me carefully. 'Would this be a bad time to tell you I got a job?'
Taken aback, I pushed up off of him. 'In graphic design?'
'Yeah.'
Delight for him surged through me and I found myself grinning like an idiot. 'Where?'
'Here. I got my old job back. Their restructuring hasn't gone over well and they realized they'd left themselves a man short. They can't handle the workload without another designer. My boss put in a good word for me.' He shrugged. 'It's a gamble to go back with them, but it pays well and I'd be doing what I love to do.'
I leaned into him, placing a soft kiss on his mouth. 'Cam, I'm so pleased for you. When do you go back?'
'Monday.' His arm tightened around me. 'Su's unhappy with me for not giving two weeks' notice, but I can't risk losing this offer.'
'Su will manage. I'll probably take on more shifts.' My mouth turned down at the thought of working more backshifts.
'You know, if you took Braden up on his offer this wouldn't even be a problem.'
'I said no. I'll find something. Don't worry.'
He shifted under me, tensing. 'You're so bloody stubborn. You're always all concerned about Cole and providing for him and making sure he's going to be okay. I bet half of what happened out in the hall this afternoon was because of him and you feeling like you'd let him down. If you're so concerned about him, then take a bloody job when it's offered to you.'
I pulled out of his embrace, my cheeks burning at being spoken down to like that. I stretched out on the other side of the couch and reached over for the television remote, bumping up the volume of the sci-fi programme we were watching. Not only was I annoyed by his tone, but I was annoyed that he was absolutely right.
His weary sigh filled the living room.
'Fine,' I grumbled. 'I'll call Braden tomorrow.'
Silence greeted me, so I shot him a quick look before focusing back on the television. The overbearing bastard was trying not to smile. 'Good. I'm glad to hear it.'
'Are you deliberately trying to be a smug bugger?'
He snorted. 'How did I go from being the guy who brought your family back together to being a smug bugger? How did we go from cuddling to you sitting as far from me as possible?' He grabbed my calf. 'Come back.'
I kicked out at him. 'Stop it.'
'Fine, I'll come to you.'
I squealed as he launched himself over me, pinning me to the sofa. 'Get off!' I laughed as he buried his nose in my neck, his fingers tickling my waist.
'Will you be nice?' he muttered against my skin.
I pouted. 'I'm always nice.'
Cam lifted his head and kissed the pout right off my mouth and what had started as playful quickly gained heat. I held him to me, his chest pressing against my sensitive breasts as he deepened our kiss.
When his hips began to thrust gently against me, his hard-on nudging between my legs, I tore my mouth away from his, feeling as if my whole body was going to burst into flames. 'Don't,' I breathed, gripping his hips to still his erotic motion. 'We can't do anything and I'm horny as hell. Don't torture me.'
'Yeah?' Cam's grin was wicked as his hand coasted up my waist to cup my breast. He squeezed it, setting off a weird mixture of painful tenderness and a bolt of lust to my sex.
'My eyes!' Cole yelled.
Cam and I jerked apart, and I twisted my head to see my brother standing in the doorway in his pyjamas, his hair falling in wet locks across his forehead. His forearm covered his eyes. 'I'm fucking blind,' he growled and turned around, bumping into the wall before remembering to drop his arm. After that he stomped out of the flat, the door slamming in his wake.
Horrified, I looked up into Cam's face, my eyes wide. 'I think I should let him get away with using the "f" word on this occasion.'
Cam snorted, laughter spluttering as he dropped his head to my chest, his whole body shaking with amusement.
I felt an irrepressible giggle escape me despite my mortification for myself and Cole. 'It's not funny. We've scarred him. I better check on him.'
Cam shook his head, his eyes bright with mirth. 'You're the last person he wants to see right now.'
'But he's upstairs with Mum.'