It was more than imaginary with Beth. Only Rhys wanted to keep it in his head as imaginary. A dream, no less. But he smelled of her, like chicken soup on a cold winter's day. He felt sad when thought of her on the way to the animal hospital with the Libertine in his cat carrier.
"Where have you been?" Sasha was in the waiting room already.
"I'm not late am I?" Rhys was puzzled.
"Its five after, you know." She checked her watch.
"Sorry, I'm little behind." He shrugged.
"Yeah, on Rhys time." She stared at him. He didn't want to tell her he was on Beth time. As usual, Sasha hit a nerve. Rhys got the Libertine checked in. They both gave the soft white kitten a stroke for good luck only he'd snagged Sasha's hand in the end and bit Rhys on the finger.
"He's got a bloody way of showing his love." Rhy sighed watching the feline go.
"Its all your fault, you know, you are the one who made him so mean." Sasha frowned.
"Its not my doing, he's a strange cat."
"Wish he could have least had a batch of kittens, in the neighborhood, you know." Sasha crossed her arms.
"Look, we're doing the right thing." Rhys rolled his eyes.
"I know, at least he's not to be declawed." She sighed.
"How's Francessca?" Rhys didn't want to talk about the Libertine, anymore.
"Morning sickness, if you must know. Except its mostly in the evening when she comes home from work." Sasha told him.
"What?" Rhys couldn't believe it. "Morning sickness?"
"Yeah, a baby. She's gonna have a baby."
"What, you thought she was nun of some kind?" Sasha squinted.
"I didn't know."
"Well, its over. It was long over before the news of the baby, anyway." Sasha infomed him.
"She has no one?"
"She doesn't need anyone, Rhys," Shasha shook her head, no. "She has Gaspard and me."
"But this bloke is completely out of the picture?" Good news, perhaps, thought Rhys.
"Yeah, it was just a one night thing. She met him at a club. He's French."
"Another Frenchie." Rhys rolled his eyes and he frowned.
"She won't talk about him," Sasha said.
"You sure seem to know a lot about this." He stared at Sasha.
"She needed someone to talk too. She can't talk to Gaspard about it." Sasha shrugged.
"I don't know." Sasha shrugged. "Perhaps its because he doesn't want to talk about it."
"Aren't brothers like that." Rhys looked away then.
"Don't give your brother a hard time," she said.
"What's Josh got to do with this?" Rhys laughed. "Does he talk to me? Bloody, no. You'd think I have a disease these days."
"Perhaps, he's got more to deal with than you know."
"Nothing." She shook her head, no.
Rhys, looked at the clock. He knew they didn't have to be here. But where else were they going to go.