Page 130 of Clinically Delicious
“It’s complicated,” I said finally.
“The best things usually are.” Fitz stood, stretching. “I should finish my run before my muscles seize up. But, Cate?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop spiraling. You’re going to be fine. All three of you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve seen the way Gabriel looks at you.” He grinned. “And that’s not a man who’s faking anything.”
He jogged off before I could respond, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my racing heart, and the growing realizationthat maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as fake as I’d been telling myself.
Don’t think about it.
Don’t think about what happens after the custody case.
“Cate! Come push me!”
I looked up. Megan was back on the swings, waving at me.
“Coming!”
I stood, brushing off my jeans, and started toward her.
That’s when I saw him.
A man. Standing near the tree line at the edge of the park. Holding a camera.
Not a phone, but an actual camera. With a long lens.
Pointed directly at us.
I froze.
That’s not... He’s not...
The man adjusted the camera, and I saw the lens shift. Focusing.
On me.
On Megan.
On the bench where Fitz and I had been sitting.
Oh God.
Oh God, they’re watching us. Tonya and Richard are having us surveilled.
My hands started shaking.
How long has he been there? What did he see? Me and Fitz sitting close, talking, laughing—it could look like—they could twist it to look like—“Cate?” Megan’s voice was uncertain. “Are you okay?”
I forced myself to move. To walk to the swings. To put my hands on the chains and push.
“I’m fine, sweetie.”
Don’t look at the camera.
