Page 71 of Papa's Bébé
“How could you forget that?” she asked, opening her fingers so she could peek up at him, then she closed them again. “I’m the idiot who can barely talk to you. Let alone look at you. And definitely not at the same time.”
“You’re talking to me now.”
“This can’t be happening. Wait. What happened?” She removed one hand but kept her gaze away from his as she glanced around. “I’m in my bedroom.”
“When you stood, you went really pale and then you fainted,” he informed her. “I still don’t like your color.”
“I don’t like your color either,” she grumbled. Then she sighed. “That’s a lie! I love your color. NotloveImean . . . oh . . . um . . .”
Merde.
“Calm, Maya. I know what you meant. Don’t get stuck in a loop.”
“My life is a loop. So I fainted?”
“Yeah. Is that something that happens often?” he asked.
“No. Never.”
“I’m going to call Hack.”
“What?”
“Hack is a doctor that Ink knows well. He patches the guys up if they need it.”
“Guys? Do you mean your friends?”
Hmm. “Something like that.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” she said quickly.
“Tough.”
“I’m not sick. I just didn’t sleep last night and I haven’t eaten. I’ll feel fine after those two things.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “You’ll eat. And drink water. And you’ll stay off your feet. If you’re still not looking or feeling great after that, I will call Hack.”
“All right.”
“Good. Now what do you feel like eating?”
“Um. Well. About that . . .”
Matthieu staredinto the fridge with a sigh. He was a pretty good cook. He could make something with very few ingredients.
But even he couldn’t create something from nothing.
Well, not nothing.
So far he’d found coffee, creamer, a couple of potatoes and some instant rice.
Still, that wasn’t really enough to work with.
He’d noticed that had plenty of pet food, though.
Priorities.
“Yeah, I haven’t done the grocery shopping in a while,” she said from behind him.
