“No.” I dug my fists into my eyes. “I don’t have what I need.”
He paused for a moment. “I’ll run to the store.”
“Oh God.”
“You got any better ideas?”
“No,” I mumbled.
“Open the door so I can give you your phone.”
I came face to face with him. Brooks handed me my cell and then pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Turn it on ring so you know when I call. I’m flying blind here.”
“What about the sheets?” I asked.
“We’ll deal with them later.” He kissed me again. “I won’t be long.”
I heard him quickly dress, stalk across the wooden floor, and then the door opened and closed.
It was a little past eight in the morning in New York and I knew Wyn was awake, so I called her.
“Yellow,” she greeted.
“Jello,” I replied.
“Why are you calling me so early?”
“I got my period,” I said.
“Bummer.”
“With Brooks in bed with me,” I added.
She paused. “Yikes.”
“Big yikes.” I sighed. “He ran out to get me supplies. I don’t have anything with me.”
She paused again. “Hold up, you’re doing another sleepover with this guy already? And now he’s getting you shark week supplies?”
I groaned. “Wyn. . .”
“Sorry. But what aren’t you telling me?”
“You know. Youknowyou know. You just won’t say it.”
“I know?”
“Of course you know.”
“You don’t do sleepovers.”
“No, I don’t,” I agreed.
“Oh my God. You finally did it.”
“Yep.”
“You finally fell in love.”
