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“No way. It stinks,” I protest.
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby. Lift it up, Jessie,” he orders.
As another cramp crushes my abdomen from the inside, I reluctantly lift my pajama shirt. He removes the hot water bottle and then he places the towel on my stomach instead. The towel doesn’t feel overly hot to the touch, but I instantly feel the heat from whatever foul-smelling concoction is wrapped inside.
He gently pulls my top back down and sits back with a smile. “You should feel that in a few minutes.”
“What the hell is it?” I ask as I already start to feel the warming effects in my abdomen.
“It’s a secret recipe from the old country. You wouldn’t believe the injuries that stuff has seen us through.”
“Well, I hope it works and I get some sleep, even if I do smell like a skunk who’s taken a bath in a garbage disposal truck.”
“I hope you feel better soon,” he says with a laugh and a kiss on my forehead. “Do you need anything else?”
“You fancy watching a movie with me?” I ask.
“Fuck no, you stink,” he says as he screws his face up in disgust.
I blink at him, and he bursts out laughing. “Aw, Angel, I’m just playing with you. Of course, I’d watch a movie with you, but I have to go to work.”
“You asshole,” I say with a shake of my head.
He stares at me for a second and then he lies down beside me. “I’ve got ten minutes before I have to leave,” he says softly as he wraps one of his huge arms around me.
“You sure you can handle the stink that long?” I nudge him in the ribs.
“Yes. You know I’d still fuck you no matter how bad you smell, right?” he chuckles.
“God, you’re such a smooth talker, Conor Ryan.”
“Hmm, I know. It’s the Irish genes.”
The following morning, I wander into the kitchen looking for Conor. Whatever he made me last night worked miracles, and I slept all night with no cramping. But this morning, my stomach feels like it’s in a concrete mixer again and Conor’s magic, stinky medicine has lost its healing powers.
Shane is in the kitchen drinking coffee when I walk into the room.
“Morning,” I say.
“Morning, Hacker.”
“Is Conor around?”
Unable to hide his disdain, he rolls his eyes. “He didn’t get in until five. He’s asleep.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Shane must see the disappointment on my face. “Give him a few hours and I’m sure he’ll be awake, and you can fuck each other’s brains out.” He smirks at me.
“That’s not why I’m looking for him,” I snap and just as I do, a cramp squeezes my abdomen like a pair of hands twisting my intestines, making me wince.
“You okay?” Shane asks, suddenly with a hint of concern in his voice.
“Fine. Just cramps, that’s all. Conor made me this foul-smelling stuff last night and it really helped. I was just wondering if he could make me one, or show me how to? I’ll just take some Advil instead.”
Shane stares at me, and then he sighs loudly. “Go back to bed, and I’ll bring some in.”
“I can get them,” I say, but he’s already up off his chair.
