Page 72 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

The hidden gem of Louisiana part of that sign always made me snicker. At best my home town was a broken and dull cubic zirconia. Or at least the part I lived in was.

“Besides for the fact that you haven’t said a single sarcastic remark…”

That was valid.

“You’ve been staring out the window three hours.”

Also a valid point, especially considering my response to that was a monotone, “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

How I’m a horrible sister. “Nothing.”

Atlee cocked a brow my way. “Okay, I’m officially worried now.”

“You don’t need to worry about me.” Who did he think he was, Memphis? “I’m fine.”

“Do you know what fine stands for?”

“Yes.” I sneered over at him. “It stands for fine.”

“It means fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional.”

“Doesn’t that explain pretty much every girl on the planet?” Although I would give bonus points for being an Aerosmith fan.

“Is that really how girls feel?”

Um… “Yeah.”

“Huh. That explains a lot.”

Didn’t he have sisters? Not to mention the many, many, many girls he’d been with. “Don’t you talk to any of the girls you sleep with?”

He gave a derisive snort. “Why would I do that?”

There was a shocker.

“Maybe if you talked to them, you might be interested in more than what’s between their legs.”

He tipped his head my way. “Do we need to have the pussy conversation again?”

“God no.” That conversation was permanently burned into my brain.

“Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

That was a giant no. However, I did need a pick me up, and this could be an opportunity.

“I don’t know, lately I've been getting bad cramps. It feels like my uterus is trying to kill me.”

“Try a hot water bottle on your lower back.”

Well, that backfired.

“I think it’s the tampons I’m using.”

Let’s see how he handled that?

“What brand are you using?”

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