What Twisted Webs We Weave

Watching You Two

(Patrick's POV)

"You're an asshole. Do you know that?"

Brendon raced after me to my car. I nodded instead of answering verbally. I didn't agree that I was being an asshole. I just wanted him to shut up and leave me alone.

Just as I'd suspected, the conversation with Elisa got us no where. I disliked her more now than I did before she walked into my office today. She didn't want to resolve anything about the unborn child. She wanted to have a screaming match. And I wasn't in the mood to yell with her. So I let her win by forfeit.

My silence only proved to make her more upset for some insane reason. As if she wanted me to yell back at her. So I gave up on listening. I told her I was leaving for lunch and she said she'd be waiting for me when I got back. So I threatened to call the police and have her nicely escorted off the premises for causing a disturbance in a private office. Which -after a few colorful insults on her part- was more persuasive in her decision to leave.

I instructed Brendon to apologize to the waiting patients for the scene. And to explain to them that I was going to lunch. I don't know whether he did it before he ran after me into the parking lot. But they'd catch the hint regardless.

I clicked to unlock the car as I approached it. Brendon opened the passenger's door just as I slid in. I slammed my door behind myself. Purposely making him jump from the sudden sound.

I leaned over the seat to look up at him. "Get in or close the door."

"You don't care that you hurt her feelings back there?"

"I hurt her feelings?" He had to be fucking joking. "I stood there and let her insult me for minutes."

"You didn't even try conversing with her."

"When did I have the chance to speak? Honestly, Brendon, I don't have time for this."

"You never have time for anything, do you?"

Where the hell was this coming from? Since when was Brendon super concerned with Elisa? Sure, they'd been friends for years, but they'd barely spoken since we got married. It didn't make sense. And I didn't have time to make sense of it.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm not the one with the problem."

I rolled my eyes. Pressing the button to start the car. "Get in or move."

He grumbled something I couldn't understand and ducked into the car. I pulled out of my parking spot. Illegally glancing down at my phone as I turned into the street. Pete's contact wasn't hard to find considering it was the one I used. I pressed his name and waited through the rings. Groaning when I heard the annoying automatic voice message. Where the hell was he?

"Your boyfriend isn't picking up?" He took out his own phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Ryan." He held it to his ear. "I might as well eat with him if you're going to be eating with Pete from now on."

"Is that jealousy I detect?"

"Hardly." He mouthed the word. "Hey, Ryan." I tried to listen and hear what he was saying on the other line but the volume was too low. "Do you want to have lunch?" Whatever Ryan responded with made him frown disapprovingly. "With who?" His frown deepened. "Where?" Without another word he ended the call.