Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(103)

“Oh, I should be fine,” Winton said happily, brushing aside the comment.

Hunter wasn’t happy that his plan backfired. He was starting to get pissed off with this whole situation. In fact, the person he was getting pissed off with the most was Clarice. She was like a dead flower that had been revived by water just by having Winton and Anton staring at her. Sheesh! And what the hell was with Caroline? She was like bubblegum glued to his side. He wasn’t comfortable sitting next to her at all. So to vent his anger, he started stamping his foot on Caroline’s too when she edged closer to his side.

“Owwwww!” Caroline shrieked, unladylike.

“Did the mosquito bite Caroline too?” Fern asked, laughing.

Caroline was mad, and because she thought the one who stamped on her foot was Fern, she stamped on Fern’s foot too.

Fern let out a squeal, which led Anton to look strangely at the redhead beside him. This made Fern mad because Anton just saw her in a very unladylike position, so she exacted her revenge by planning to stamp on Caroline’s foot, except Caroline was quick and it ended up being Hunter who had to face the unpleasant wrath of Fern’s four-inch heel.

And before Anton could comprehend what was really going on, everyone ended up moaning and groaning about having sore feet, with Winton rushing off back inside the restaurant, not wanting to experience another attack of the vicious mosquito that had everyone in so much pain.

When the table was vacant of Winton, Anton still stared quizzically at the people around the table, wondering if there really were mosquitoes in New Zealand, but his thought was interrupted when the waiter came over with their coffees.

“Sorry for the delay, sir,” the waiter said, giving the coffee to Hunter, passing it under Clarice’s nose.

The sudden strong aroma wafted into Clarice’s nose, making her gag all of a sudden, and before she knew it, she raced to the women’s bathroom and spewed the entirety of her meal.

What was wrong with her? She must really be sick. Was she really that nervous about talking to Anton that she couldn’t keep her food down? Maybe she was a little upset because Anton didn’t seem to know anything about that night, even when they’d mentioned their stay in Queenstown. Then she felt someone rubbing her back and handing her paper towels.

“Thank you,” she managed to say after she wiped her mouth. Then she turned to face—

“Hunter!” she shouted in fright. “What are you doing here? This is the women’s bathroom.”

“So?” Hunter said, clueless as to why this would cause Clarice so much distress.

“So get out,” Clarice said through gritted teeth. Sometimes Hunter could be so dumb.

“You’re not well. I just want to make sure you’re fine,” Hunter said, coming closer, placing his palm on her forehead. “Your temperature is okay. So why did you vomit? Was it the food?” he asked, concerned. His face was so close to hers that she found she was having trouble breathing again.

“I’m fine. I don’t think it’s the food. I hardly ate anything,” she said, turning the other way.

Please, don’t look at those lips, she told herself. Just please don’t look at those lips.

“You don’t like it?” Hunter asked, nudging her chin to face him, and they locked their eyes together. Then her eyes had a mind of their own as they inadvertently drifted to Hunter’s lips.

“It’s nice, but I just can’t eat it,” Clarice said, forcing herself to look at his chest instead.

“Your stomach is playing up?” Hunter asked innocently, tilting up her chin so he could look at those dilated pupils again. “I’ll take you to the hospital. You might have the flu or something.”