Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(117)

Clarice didn’t know for sure because of their large, dark glasses covering their eyes, but she had an uncomfortable feeling that all three directed their stares in her and Anton’s direction. Even stranger, when the waitress tried to seat them, they refused outright and opted to seat themselves right next to their table instead.

Clarice turned back to her meal, having seen enough of the strange family. She had a more important task to deal with right now. Her heart drummed a frantic beat. This is it. She must tell Anton about their baby. She didn’t know if he would be pleased. Heavens, he might not even remember that night in Queenstown at all.

It was all her friends’ fault for beating into her head that she needed to tell him. The guilt was eating her alive. She finally succumbed and phoned Anton to have a private meeting during one of this lunch breaks. It was best to clear the air. Then she wouldn’t feel guilty or regret anything. Now here she was, perspiration dotting her forehead at the impending event about to unfold before her.

“Anton, I—”

“Would you pass me the salt, Cory?” Hunter shouted.

Clarice glanced to the table next to them again, unable to finish her sentence. They spoke like they were also deaf.

“What, Ojiisan? I can’t hear you. Speak louder,” Max shouted across the table, adding in the Japanese word for grandpa for effect.

“How loud must they speak?” Anton muttered under his breath. “They sound like they’re using a microphone already.”

Clarice just smiled and leaned her face closer to Anton’s, then whispered, “I think they’re a cute family, don’t you?”

“Cane, where’s my cane, Cory?” the old man shouted. “I feel like hitting someone in the head. I can’t help it.”

Hunter was gritting his teeth. What the hell was wrong with her? Trying to kiss his cousin right in front of him. So she wanted to confess to his cousin so much that she’d even resorted to kissing him right in front of the man who fathered her baby. No way would he allow it. And Anton, his cousin, he was smiling like the cat who’d just been given a grand prize rat. If only he had that cane in his hand right now, he would bonk the hell out of his cousin’s head. “I said where’s my cane?” Hunter shouted even louder, angry, as he watched Clarice smiling at Anton.

“Obaasan, help Ojiisan with his cane. I’m busy drinking my lemon juice,” Max shouted to Fern, who was sitting closer to Anton.

Fern was also seething through her teeth when she saw Anton and Clarice this close. How was her plan going to work if his attention was elsewhere? She didn’t blame Clarice for attracting him, but it was Anton she wasn’t happy with. So she picked up Hunter’s cane and poked Anton in the ribs.

“Oowww,” Anton growled, turning to the high-fashion grey-haired lady. Anton, being the sensible one, only stared at the old lady and forced a polite smile, though his face was flustered. But he thought it must be an accident. She must have eye problems like her husband.

“I think your husband is on the other side of the table,” Anton said.

“Oh, Fe—I… I… thank you, young man,” Fern said. That was a close one. She almost spoke in third person again.

“Cory, where’s my cane?” Hunter wanted to laugh his head off. He’d never seen Anton so flustered before, especially staring at Fern dressed up as an old woman. Then he thought of an idea. He wobbled out of his chair and pretended to find his way to the cane while grumbling to Max. He knew where he was going since he could see perfectly well, but when he reached Clarice’s table, he…