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“You mean he’s—?”
She nodded.
“In that case, I guess BooBoo’s a pretty good name for him, though BooHoo would be more appropriate.”
She had to hold her ribs really, really tight to keep from bursting into more laughter. “You’re such a guy.”
“What the hell did you want me to be, a ballerina?”
No, she didn’t want him to be anything except what he was. No one else had ever made excitement fizz along her veins like champagne, and that was quite an achievement, considering that a week ago they hadn’t exchanged anything except insults. Only two days had passed since their first kiss, two days that had seemed like an eternity because there hadn’t been any more kisses until she grabbed his ears at the supermarket and pulled him down to her level.
“How’s your egg?” he asked, lids heavy over his dark eyes, and she knew his thoughts weren’t far from hers.
“History,” she replied.
“Then let’s go to bed.”
“You think all you have to do is say, ‘Let’s go to bed,’ and I’ll fall over on my back?” she asked indignantly.
“No, I hoped I’d have a chance to do a bit more than that before you fell over on your back.”
“I’m not falling anywhere.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m having my period.” Funny, she couldn’t remember ever saying that to a man before, especially without even a twinge of self-consciousness.
His brows snapped down. “You’re what?” he asked in growing anger.
“Having my period. Menstruating. Maybe you’ve heard about it. It’s when—”
“I have two sisters; I think I know a little about periods. And one of the things I know is that the egg is fertile roughly in the middle of the cycle, not close to the end!”
Busted. Jaine pursed her lips. “Okay so I lied. There’s always a slight chance the timing is off, and I wasn’t willing to take that chance, all right?”
It evidently wasn’t all right. “You stopped me,” he groaned, closing his eyes as if he were in acute pain. “I was damn near dying, and you stopped me.”
“You make it sound on a level with treason.”
He opened his eyes, glaring at her. “What about now?”
He was about as romantic as a rock, she thought, so why was she so turned on? “Your idea of foreplay is probably ‘You awake?’” she grumbled.
He made an impatient gesture. “What about now?”
“No.”
“Jeez!” He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes again. “What’s wrong with now?”
“I told you, I’m having my period.”
“So?”
“So … no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to!” she yelled. “Give me a break!”
