Page 6 of The Rebound
For starters, I tire more easily. And don’t even get me started on my body. My boobs are still small. Actually, most of me is the same size—except for my belly, which looks like I swallowed a cantaloupe. It sticks out proudly, proclaiming my condition to anyone in the vicinity.
There’s no hiding my condition, not that I would want to. The belly has also come with a few unexpected perks, like people happily waving me up to the front of the line at the post office, and extra packets of ketchup from the fast-food cashier with my fries. The right amount of ketchup is very important.
Saint is still flashing that crooked smile at me, so it takes me a second to respond.
“I’m grateful for the help and want to do something for you. Hey, I’ve been craving Thai food, so I’m going to put in an order. I’ll get you whatever you want. And don’t say you don’t want anything, because then I’ll just order you something random and force you to eat it.”
He raises his hands in surrender. “Pad Thai. Tofu, medium spicy. I’m a simple guy.”
“I appreciate simple.”
The food should arrive in thirty minutes, plenty of time for Saint to finish setting up my desk and for me to prop up my sore feet for a while. The little guy in my belly kickshard, and I gasp.
Concerned, Saint looks up from his work. “You good?”
“Oh yeah. Channing Tatum here is just reminding me that he’s got some killer dance moves.”
Saint chuckles, and I can’t help but notice the adorable dimple in his left cheek. You’d have to be blind not to notice the guy is seriously attractive.
When the doorbell buzzes a short time later, I look wearily toward the door. Ten feet never looked more like ten miles.
“I’ll get it.” Saint jumps up and is at the door in no time at all, speaking in a low voice to the delivery girl.
In one minute flat, I have a warm container of gooey, delicious noodles sitting in front of me. Starving, I dig in, and when the flavors hit my tongue, I make a sound so involuntarily filthy that I can’t help but blush.
“Sorry, it’s just so good.”
“Don’t apologize.” Leaning against the kitchen island, Saint makes a whole show of slurping up his first bite, his eyes rolling back in his head and filthy sounds of his own filling the whole room. When he finally recovers, he smirks at me. “Gotta get your jollies wherever you can.”
I cover my mouth with my hand, chewing around a boisterous laugh. Saint is totally on the same wavelength as me with a sense of humor that I find most men to be lacking. “I’d offer you something to drink, but I haven’t had the chance to really stock the fridge.”
A look of concern crosses his features. “Do you have what you need?”
Thinking about it, I tilt my head. My brother left me with a couple of gift cards to some grocery stores that deliver. I’ve been wanting to explore the neighborhood more, though.
“I should probably try to get to the store soon.”
“Do you have a car?”
I shake my head. “I’ll have to research where to go.”
“Want me to take you?” Saint asks it so nonchalantly, like we’ve known each other our whole lives, not less than an hour. Like it’s as easy as breathing.
Is it crazy to say yes? Am I really that desperate for a helping hand? For a little companionship? Still, I can’t accept his offer. We just met, and he’s already done me two favors.
“No, that’s okay.” I take another bite but notice he’s still watching me.
Saint raises his brows at me. “I’m free tomorrow, so I could show you around. Since you’re new to the area and all.”
“No, I couldn’t. Thank you, though.”
He meets my eyes with a kind expression. “I really don’t have any other plans. It would give me something to do.”
Sensing that he’s serious, that maybe he’d just be sitting around bored and alone, I give in. “It would be nice to have someone show me around a bit.”
“Cool. Does tomorrow at two work for you?”
“Uh, yeah.” Anytime would work for me.
