Page 92 of Game Changer
“I can go get us something.”
She nods and sniffles, not lifting her head.Okay, good.Maybe that calmed her down.What the hell?
“What would you like?”I ask.
After a short pause, she mumbles, “I could really go for a bacon double cheeseburger and fries.Large fries.And ice cream.”
“Okay.We can do that.I’ll pour you a glass of wine and you go sit on the deck and I’ll clean this up.”
“You’re so good,” she sobs, stepping back.Her face is red and blotchy, her nose pink, eyes swollen.She’s still gorgeous.“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”I hand her the glass of wine.When she’s outside, I survey the mess.Wow.
There’s bacon, which looks delicious.That salad would have been epic.Oh well.I put some things in the fridge, throw out the greens, and clean the floor.Then I grab my keys and step out onto the deck.“I’ll go get the food now.How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.”She heaves a sigh.“Thank you, Jax.”
“Sure.”
I drive to the Wigwam and place my to-go order.While I’m waiting, I order a beer in the lounge and watch the baseball game on the big TV.Some guys there recognize me and start talking to me, which is cool.They even pay for my beer.
Then I carry the big bag of food out to the car and head back to the cottage.Molly’s still on the deck.Her tears have dried and her face looks less red.She gives me a wan smile as she joins me in the kitchen to unpack the food.I slide the ice cream into the freezer for later.
“I’m really sorry about my meltdown,” she says when we’re sitting at the table.“I, uh, have PMS.”
I blink.“Ah.”That explains it.I remember when Riley had her period—nobody could even look at her, never mind talk to her.Luckily, Mom explained it to me.“Do you need anything else?Midol?Tampons?”
She smiles.“I’m good.Actually, what I need is someone to rub my back and play with my hair while I watchThe Notebookand eat ice cream.”
“I can do that.We even have a DVD ofThe Notebook.”
“It’s probably not your favorite movie.”
I grin.“No.But we watched my favorite the other night, so it’s fair.”
“You’re the best.”She sighs.“I’m sorry.I just feel so yuck.I’m bloated and crampy and my boobs hurt.”
I nod.This is a lot of info.But I can handle it.
“On the upside,” she adds with a grin, “at least I’m not pregnant.”
Holy shit.Thatwould be a huge complication.“Good point.”I give my head a shake.“Have you always had bad PMS?”
“Yes.When I was in ninth grade, I got frustrated because we were having a discussion about something, I can’t even remember what, it was a history class, and people were asking such stupid questions, I put up my hand and asked if I could murder someone.”
I laugh.
After she devours her entire burger and fries, we move into the living room.I start the movie and when she’s done her ice cream, she lies on the couch with her head in my lap and it’s no trouble at all to stroke her hair and back while we watch.And yeah, she cries.
After the movie, she rolls onto her back and looks up at me.“That’s such a great love story.But so sad.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so horny,” she adds.
My eyes widen.
“But I’m so gross.”
