“Be careful. This is a bloody hire car you know.”
“Shut up,” I snap.
We sit in silence for another ten minutes and Cameron exits, walks over to the car and gets into the back seat. My eyes meet his in the rear-view mirror.
“Sorry mate, it didn’t go well,” he whispers. I drop my head into my hands. He passes his phone through the seat to Adrian. “I taped it.”
“Huh.”
“I taped the conversation on my phone. I had it sitting on the table in front of us.”
“Oh yes,” Adrian snaps. “Inspector Gadget strikes back.” He quickly scrolls through the phone and plays back the conversation.
“Hi,” Natasha whispers.
“We’ve ordered for you.”
“Thanks, can we have cake?”
My eyes meet Cameron’s again in the mirror and he links his hands on top of his head as he listens.
“This is good shit Cam.” Adrian smiles as he bites his lip.
“Umm, yeah. Cameron is just getting us some.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Natasha snaps
“Tash, Cameron is our friend too. He’s done nothing wrong. Why can’t you talk to him?”
“You two are totally fucked. How dare you ask him here without telling me? What—is Joshua hiding in the toilet?”
“That’s a good idea. You so should have hidden in the toilet,” Adrian whispers as he raises his eyebrows.
“Sshh,” I snap. “I can’t fucking hear.”
“No, he wouldn’t come. We asked him.”
“God, I’m off you two. You’re unbelievable,” Natasha whispers angrily.
“Tash.” Cameron’s voice replays.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“So when are you going back to LA, Cam?” Abbie asks.
“Sunday, I go back to work on Monday,” he answers flatly.
“How are you Natasha?” Cameron asks.
“I’ve been better. Where is Adrian?” she asks.
“Back in the hotel with Joshua.”
“Did Nicholas Anastas ever ring him? He hassled me for his number and I never heard anything.”
Adrian punches me at the mention of Nicholas’s name.
“Shut. Up.” I snap. “I can’t hear a thing.”