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Picking up her bag and tossing it over my shoulder, I scurry her out of the office and to the nearest restroom.

When she mumbles something, I prod, “What did you say, babe?”

“I don’t have any change for period products.”

“No worries. I carry some of your things with me.”

“You carrytampons?”

What started as a shout ends in a hiss.

I frown at her. “Not for fun. Pecan and I both carry them.”

“You do?!” Her mouth pops open and closed. “Since when?”

I scrub the back of my neck. “Since that time we went to the pool in?—”

“Since we were fourteen?!”

“Sure. Mom suggested it. It’s not like we’re lugging around bricks,” I tack on, shuffling her along to the restroom.

“You two numbnuts amaze me,” she counters, her voice high-pitched.

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment to me.”

“Can’t get either of you to remember to buy milk but you go and do something sweet like this.” She sniffles. “I have the best friends.”

Ah, shit.

I should have realized she was PMSing when she yanked on my ear Friday night and stalked off.

Denny’s never been afraid to get in our faces, but she only cries around this time of the month.

“D, this has nothing to do with the pill, right?”

Drenched eyes meet mine. She cups my cheek, the first time she’s ever done that, then smoothes her thumb over the worried crinkle in my brow.

“No.”

The simple answer is all I get before she escapes into the restroom with my backpack. I let the wall prop me up and wait for her.

When Callan finds me, concern etched into his expression, I grunt.

Yes, it’s annoying that Denny likes him.

Yes, it was aggravating that she chose to sit next to him at breakfast this morning—again.

And yes, it’s wrong thatshe lets him call her Denny.

But… he did her a solid so that means I can’t give him too much shit when I’m the jealous one here.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. How’s her moron of a professor? I heard her tell him that she had to leave. This could’ve been avoided.”

“I have a feeling the last time he came into contact with vaginal blood was when he was born.”

I snicker. “He did look like he’d been crash-landed into a horror movie.”