Jasmine opened her eyes to find Cameron standing at the foot of the bed. “I’m not bleeding.”
“That’s not what the doctor told me.”
“I’m spotting, not bleeding.”
“You shouldn’t be spotting, Jasmine. You still have another four weeks before the baby’s due. The problem is you’ve been doing too much. You’re running between the hotel and the house. You’ve been stressing yourself doing things that don’t have to be done. Maybe it’s a blessing that the inn isn’t open now, because you’d never be able to work there while trying to decorate the house.”
She glared at him. “Are you finished?”
“For now. Yes.”
“If that’s the case then I’d like you to leave so I can rest. My foot and my back are throbbing like a freaking toothache and they can’t give me anything for pain.”
“I’m leaving, but I’ll be back later.”
Jasmine closed her eyes, hearing but not seeing him leave. She was pissed at him for taking her to task. He’d talked about how his father treated his mother and he was no different. If she’d seen this side of him before she’d agreed to marry him, she would’ve remained a baby mama.
* * *
Cameron knew he’d messed up when he raised his voice to Jasmine, but seeing her pick up and drop the heavy box had unhinged him. He’d watched her hold her back when she thought he was looking elsewhere. The one time he offered to give her a massage she came at him like an angry cat. Over the past few months she appeared to move more slowly and when he tried to make love with her she complained she was too tired. If she was tired, then that meant she was doing too much.
He couldn’t watch her around the clock when he had to cover the office. His father had finally retired and it had become his responsibility to take over as the head of Singleton Investments. Cameron knew Jasmine had grown tired of living in the hotel. She wanted her own house where she could prepare her own meals and have a lot more independence. She’d ordered furniture for the nursery but did not want to set it up until the end of the month.
He ran a hand over his chin, unable to get the image of her face out of his head when she’d accused him of turning into his father. For more than half his life he’d resented the man who’d made his and his mother’s life a living hell because of his need to control everyone around him. Cameron sat in the waiting room instead of going to the lot to get his car. He would wait around until Jasmine had napped before he went back to her room.
* * *
Jasmine realized she must have dozed off when no daylight came through the window. A small scream escaped her lips when she saw someone move from the shadows. She reached up and turned on the light attached to the bed.
“Cameron. What are you doing here?”
“I was waiting for you to wake up.”
“What time is it?” she asked him.
“It’s a couple minutes after midnight.”
Jasmine pushed into a sitting position. “You need to go home. I’ll be here when you come back tomorrow.”
He came closer to the bed, and held her hand. “How are you feeling?”
“The pain isn’t as bad as it was earlier.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”
“Yes.” Jasmine ran a finger over the lines of fatigue bracketing his mouth. “Go home and get some sleep. Hopefully, they’ll let me out of this prison tomorrow.”
“I’m not going to sign you out until you promise me you’ll stay home and take it easy.”
“Where am I going with a cast on my foot? I can’t even drive because if I get in an accident I’ll be charged with causing it.”
Cameron smiled. “Thank goodness for small favors.” He leaned over and kissed her. “I’m going home, but I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Go to work, Cameron. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe I’ll lie here for a couple of days and let folks wait on me. Then when I come home I promise to take it easy and wait for the birth of our baby. Now kiss me again and go.”
“What if I sleep here with you tonight?” he teased.
Her fingers grazed his stubble. “Go home, darling.” She kissed his mouth. “I love you.”
