“Nothing.” I cross my arms.
The phone rings in his Bluetooth. and the name Robert comes up on the screen.
He immediately hits decline.
My eyes flicker to him. “Why didn’t you take that?”
“I’ll call him later.”
“Oh, you will, will you?” I sneer sarcastically.
His eyes flick between me and the road. “What does that fucking mean?”
“When are you going to cut the umbilical cord, Nathan?”
He narrows his eyes, and it’s clear he has no idea what I’m talking about.
“Would you like it if I spoke to my ex all the time?” I ask.
“What?” He screws up his face as if I’m crazy. “We’re friends.”
“Okay, fine. I’m going to call Samuel today and…” I hunch my shoulders casually. “Might have a drink with him, since we are”—I hold my fingers up in quotation marks—“friends.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He punches the steering wheel.
I close my eyes. God, how did this fight escalate to this?
I sit and stare out the window. We drive into the hospital parking lot, and he pulls over into the parking bay.
I look over to him, and we glare at each other.
“Is that it?” he asks.
“Yep.”
He gives a subtle shake his head.
“Is that it
from you?” I ask.
“I’ll pick you up.”
“Don’t bother.” I get out and slam the door. He winds the window down.
“Eliza?” he says.
I lean down and look through the window. “Yes.”
“Have a nice day.” His face softens.
Wow. Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde.
“I will. Oh, and Nathan? On one of your ten conversations with your ex-boyfriend today, send him my love.” I fake a sweet smile.
He narrows his eyes, and I turn and march into the hospital.
I walk through the doors on a mission.