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“That’s awful. Have you been like that since you were a kid?” she asked in such a caring way, I gazed up at her.
“It’s okay, G. I’ve had it for thirty-five years now. I’m careful.”
A sweet expression crossed her face. “Do you carry epinephrine?”
I smiled. It wasn’t too often I met someone who knew anything about allergies. “Yeah, for the most part. Sometimes I forget.”
Her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. “Beau, you can’t forget. In the case of an anaphylactic emergency you need to administer epinephrine immediately. The sooner the better.”
“You learn that in your nursing classes?” I asked, happy to have finally found my laptop stashed with a bunch of sweaters. I pulled it out and hoped like hell the charge cord was in the same box.
“Not yet. My friend back home is allergic, too. I’ve known her since kindergarten.”
“So, you’re familiar with the drill?” I asked, pulling out the cord from the very bottom of the box.
“Well, I never had to kiss her, so that’s actually something I hadn’t thought about,” she said and that caught my attention. And my dick’s attention as well. The thought of her kissing another chick—
I cleared my throat and gave myself a minute to compose myself. “I fully support you kissing any girl you choose. But if you’re kissing me, you need to refrain from nuts right before.”
“Gotcha. That must be rough. Especially with the amount of time you spend on the road,” she said in a sympathetic way, which I appreciated but didn’t need.
I shrugged and carried the computer to where she was sitting. “It’s a pain in the ass. But most restaurants are good with it.” I found the plug in and handed the laptop over to her.
“Is this the new Mac?” she asked me, seemingly impressed with what I’d given her to use. She practically petted it.
Plunking down beside her, I reached over and opened it up. “Yeah, a couple months old I think? Really fast processor for gaming, too.”
The screen flashed on and displayed the page of a familiar porn site I may occasionally frequent. It was big and it was bold. And it was embarrassing as hell on that wide screen sitting in Gigi’s lap.
“Christ,” I said, ripping the laptop away from her so I could get it the hell off that page.
She was laughing at me so hard the couch was shaking. “I guess I don’t need to ask you what your real hobbies are,” she said and cracked up again. “I don’t recall seeing, ‘Busty Brunettes’ as one of them.” She cackled, slapping her hand on the couch.
Damn, why hadn’t I checked it first? “It must’ve been one of those annoying pop-up ads. Maybe there’s some kind of virus on my system,” I muttered, feeling like a real asshole.
Gigi snorted and took back the laptop. “Yeah, I’d go get that checked out if I were you,” she said, smiling up at me as she bit down on the side of her lip.
“Very funny,” I said before I reached over and started typing. “Let me check out something first,” I said, and she handed the laptop back to me. When the team website popped up, I quickly scrolled through our roster to make sure everyone was on it.
“Oh, let me check the women’s out after,” Gigi said as she watched the screen with rapt attention. Satisfied that everyone was there, I went to the women’s team.
Instead of scrolling, I read Gigi’s info seeing as she was at the top—and I was curious. “Look, they totally got your age wrong,” I said, pointing at the screen.
“No, it’s right.”
I frowned at her. “It says you’re twenty-two.” I chuckled and turned the computer at a better angle so she could see it more clearly.
“That’s because I am twenty-two,” she said with a hint of annoyance. “How old do you think I am?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? There’s no way you’re only twenty-two,” I said as I tried my best to fight off a horrible sense of panic. I mean I knew she was young—but she couldn’t be that young. Right?
She sighed and grabbed the laptop back. After showing me a half dozen articles and sites with her name and age on them, I sunk down into the couch and mumbled a steady stream of, “No, no, no, no, no, no,” as I held onto my head.
Thirty-five minus twenty-two. Oh my God, what the hell was Thirty-five minus twenty-two? Simple math had escaped me as my mind crashed around like waves in a storm.
“Thirteen,” Gigi said for some reason.
“What?” I asked, staring at her.
