I laughed. She was right. Had Cage asked me that, I would have decapitated him. “No.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“No.” We haven’t had sex since I last had my period.
“No sex?” Penny’s back stiffened, wide surprise in her eyes.
“I’ve been traveling, and then I was having my period when the accident happened, and since then we just haven’t. I think the front-teeth-knocked-out-stitches-in-the-lip thing put a damper on things—that and him always being gone or watching game footage until his curfew.”
“Curfew?”
“Yes. Sleep is important for performance, recovery, testosterone, HGH, etc.”
“And sex?” Penny wiggled her brows.
I grinned. “I miss it. I miss him.”
She glanced at her phone. “Shouldn’t he be home soon?”
“Probably. I don’t know. He’s been eating all of his meals there so anytime between eight and nine he shows up, watches footage, and goes to bed. It’s crazy how lonely I feel, yet I wasn’t really lonely before I met him. It’s such a weird I-had-no-idea-something-was-missing feeling. His presence spoiled me and now I miss it. I miss us.”
“But you’re still pissed about his lack of response to your smiling selfie?”
“Correct.” I scrunched my nose as I heard the door creak a bit. “He’s home.”
Penny gulped the rest of her wine.
“Can you drive?”
“Pfft…” She waved her hand. “Sadly, it takes more than two glasses to impair this chick. Take care, honey. I’m always here for you… if you have wine.”
I smiled as she hugged me. “Thanks, Penny.”
“Hey, Penny.” Cage gave her a tired smile as he dropped his bag to the floor and tossed his keys on the counter.
“Hey, number one.” She winked. “Great game. Way to kick some Chicago ass last Sunday.”
“Thanks.”
She brushed past him. “Throw your girl a bone. She misses you.” She took two more steps past him. “Oh, and answer her texts.”
I wanted to die. Damn Penny and her uncensored mouth.
Cage perked a brow, be it a tired one, at me.
My lips pulled into a firm line as I closed my eyes briefly while shaking my head. When the front door clicked shut I opened them. “Hi.”
“What does throw my girl a bone mean?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head, gathering our wine glasses and carrying them to the kitchen.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
I turned, running my hands through my hair. “I miss you. So what? It’s no big deal.”
He held out his hands. “Well, I’m here. Are you still missing me?”
I grunted a cynical laugh. “No game footage to watch?”
