Page 41 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

“I figured you’d say that. I took the liberty of picking out some of my favorites for us.”

“Us?” I asked, wondering where this was coming from.

“Well, yeah. You’re not going to mope in bed all day by yourself.” He kicked off his sandals and laid down on the bed beside me. Then he grabbed the remote off the table and flicked the TV on. He looked over at me and frowned. “Keep eating. You’re not going to feel better without getting something in your stomach.”

I grudgingly ate another bite of toast, munching on it without much thought as he put on an action movie I’d never seen before.

“What is this?”

He scoffed and turned to face me. “You’ve never seenLethal Weapon?”

“I thought since I wasn’t feeling good, you’d let me choose the movies. MaybeThe Notebook.”

“The—” He stopped talking and his lips pressed in a thin line. “What on earth would make you think I want to watch that sappy shit?”

“Because it’s not about you. It’s about me!” I practically yelled, immediately regretting it when my head started to pound. I wanted to squirrel away under the covers and kick him out of my bed. He didn’t belong here anyway.

He considered this for a moment. “How about this…I’ll agree to watch this…notebook movie if, and only if, you agree to watch every singleLethal Weaponmovie.”

“How many are there?”

“Four,” he said with a shrug.

“But…there’s only one of my movie.”

“Hey, that’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

I honestly didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood for much of anything today, including his company. But it wasn’t like I got a choice in the matter. “Whatever.”

He grinned at me and shoved a bottle of water in my face. “Drink up. I don’t want you dry-heaving all day. I don’t do puke.”

“Neither do I,” I muttered.

He grinned and shuffled down into the bed more. “This is going to be so awesome. ALethal Weaponmarathon!”

He started the first movie and I had to admit, I kind of liked it. The characters were funny, if not a little strange, but it had something to it. I continued to munch on the food he brought without really thinking about it. Over the course of the first movie, the tray was empty and my water had been replenished twice.

“Go take a pee break! The next movie starts in three minutes!”

I tossed off the covers, surprised at how steady I was on my feet after how shitty I felt this morning. I quickly used the bathroom and snuggled into bed, but soon a breeze started drifting in from outside and it wasn’t long after the opening credits that my eyes started to get heavy.

“What the fuck is this?” Asher’s menacing tone cut through my sleep.

I grimaced and rolled over. He was interrupting the peaceful dream I had about being in the ocean and swimming with kitties and llamas.

“We were having a movie day.”

“You’re in my bed,” Asher snapped.

“Because you asked me to keep an eye on her. Did you want me to lay on the floor?”

“Yes!”

“Shh!” I said as loudly as I dared when sleep was trying to pull me back under.

“Why are you still in my bed?” Asher asked Patrick.

It was clear from the sudden movement and the following crash that Asher had bodily removed Patrick from my side. “I better not ever walk in on you snuggling with my wife again.”

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