“Mia cara,” Olga said as she held up a few kinds of feminine pads.“Which ones do you want?”
My cheeks heated but I powered through the shock of being confronted about feminine hygiene products by a stranger—in front of Stefan.
I pointed to a couple of them.I wasn't exactly in a position to refuse.I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck here.All I had were the ones I grabbed from the plane.
“Thank you, Olga,” I said gratefully.
She smiled and nodded.“Of course, of course.Anything for Signora Sovrano.Is there anything else I can get?”
I wasn't sure if this was the right place to get it—but if not, Stefan would have to take me somewhere else.And soon.“Actually,” I said and bit my bottom lip.“There is.Do you have the morning after pill?”
Her smile dropped, and she looked at Stefan.He instantly said something to her in Italian, and she turned and walked away.
“They don't have that here,” he whisper-yelled at me and frowned.
“Fine,” I snapped back.“I assumed that since this was a pharmacy, that they might have it.That's all.You don't have to have a cow over it.”
Stefan shook his head and walked up to the counter with his billion bottles of pain relievers.I actually might need one now.I felt a headache start at the back of my neck.
Olga gave me a kind smile and put everything into a shopping bag.Stefan paid while they all spoke to each other in a language I didn't understand.
“Thank you, Francesca.Come again.Any time.Yes?”Elio said with a wave.
I nodded and thanked them both.“It was nice meeting you.Hopefully, I'll see you again sometime.”That made Olga and Elio burst into a chorus of laughter.I had no clue what they were laughing at, though.
“Oh, you'll see us, Francesca.You'll see us.”Olga smiled widely at me.
“Okay.”I gave them a quick little wave and turned around to leave.I couldn't get out of there fast enough.The bell rang again when I opened the door.Stefan followed behind me.
The door had barely closed when I said, “Where can I get the morning after pill?”I looked down the street to the right and then to the left.I couldn't read any of the signs.After a moment, I looked up at Stefan.He was just staring down at me—saying nothing.
“What?”I asked, but he didn't reply.“What's your problem?”
He swallowed.“Right now?”His eyebrows raised.“You.”Then he jerked his head toward the limo.“Get in.”
I stepped out of the way as a group of people walked around us.“There has to be a bigger pharmacy here somewhere.”My hands flew out from my sides in exasperation.
Stefan leaned down, inches from my face.“Get in the fucking car, Francesca.Before I pick your gorgeous ass up and carry you there myself.”
Yikes.
Stefan was mad.
And I had no idea why.
Jerk.
I rolled my eyes and stomped off toward the limo.Well, as much as you possibly could stomp in fabulous heels.The driver opened the door, and I said a quick, “Thank you,” and jumped inside.
I slid over and buckled my own seat belt before Stefan had a chance to.Let him chew on that for a minute.
He sat down beside me and opened the bag as the car started moving.“What kind do you want?”He dug into the bag and pulled out the bottles of pain relievers one by one.
“I don't know.Which one works best on a headache caused by a man?”
His eyes narrowed.“I'd assume any of them.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and ignored him.Or at least I tried to.The fact that he wasn't as panicked as I was about getting the morning after pill was really ticking me off.Wasn't he worried?Wasn't he freaking out?What if I'd been ovulating last night?This disaster could suddenly turn into an even bigger disaster if that were the case.
