The phone beside Gillian's elbow began to ring and she reached for it absently. "Doctor Foster," she greeted pleasantly.

"Fosta fuckin' what?" Cal responded indignantly. "You usin' a false name again to pull?"

Gillian, was, for half a second, confused and slightly affronted, and then she realised it was her husband, so she laughed at him. "No, to doge the IRS. What do you want?" She asked him, trying to sound sharp, a feat ill-accomplished when he was so good at making her smile. "I'm busy."

"I was lookin' for my wife but you sound hot, what's your name?"

"Hm, well, my husband calls me darling or luv or honey. What would you like to call me?" Gillian turned her tone sultry. Thank god her office was at the end of the hall. Less likely to be overheard that way.

Cal chuckled. "How about Sexy Minx? You sound like a sexy minx."

"Hm," Gillian laughed again. "Sounds naughty."

"Ooff," Cal groaned. "Why you torture me?"
"Do you give up?"

"I cave. Before I have to go spend fifteen minutes in the bathroom."

Gillian laughed again, surprised by his brazenness, when she shouldn't be. She should be used to it by now. She felt heat flood through her. "Did you actually want something?" she returned her voice to normal. "Because I am actually busy."

"Nah I just rang up to talk dirty with you down the phone."

"Aw well that was fun but I have one more patient to see. Can't very well do that properly if you've enticed a party in my pants."

Cal chuckled. "Could. It'd be fun to watch. Ooh I'm so picturin' you makin' a dirty mess while tryin' to keep a straight face."

"Stop it," Gillian complained with a serious tone.

"I actually rang cos I suspect you asked me to take Owen to practice this aftanoon and it's kind of half slipped my mind."

"I did. And you agreed."

"Thought so."

"That's still ok right?"

"Yeah course. I just... didn't want to leave the poor kid stranded while I forgot about him and then blamed it on you late-a."

"Aw such a good Daddy."

"Now call me big boy but kind of moan it into the phone."

Gillian felt another tingle. "Seriously Cal, stop it, or I'm hanging up."

"Fine," Cal grouched. He gave a sigh and Gillian pictured him leaning back in the chair behind his desk, possibly putting his feet up on the corner of the furniture. "Don't you have a patient anyway?"

"Not just yet."

"Oh." He paused. "So you'll talk to me for a minute?"

"I suppose," Gillian teased.

"Why Fosta? I don't like Fosta."

"I know. We've had this conversation," she told him gently, looking across her small office to the window.

"Yeah yeah," Cal cut her off. "But when I ring can you not ansa the phone with Fosta?"

"Shall I also get out my magic wand to foretell your phone calls?"

"I'm not eva ringin' you at work again," Cal bitched some more. "All you do is be mean to me."

"You totally brought it on yourself. Besides, if you rang my cell phone I would actually know it was you and could answer appropriately."

Because the receptionist out the front would have answered Cal's call and routed him through to Gillian.

"So what are you wearin'?" Cal changed the subject. "Oh no wait, that's off limits and so... nope I don't actually have any otha reason to call you. If you're not gonna put out I'm basically out the door."

"Oh Cal you're such a romantic," Gillian responded dryly. "But you know, keep that thought. We can turn it into something tonight."

"Now you're talkin'," Cal's voice was all warmth once again. "Bye darlin'. Love you luv. See you late-a honey."

Gillian gave a slight laugh. "Love you too Cal."