Page 137 of His White Moonlight
“Not the point.He seems way more frustrated, not less.”
She shrugged.“I’m just telling you what I smell and why Milena probably knows.That subtle change is what tipped me off.That and the scent of your desperation.”
“I’m still not sure if this is a budding friendship or the origin story of mortal enemies.”
She laughed.“How do you feel about Mexican food for lunch?”
“Friendship it is.”
We didn’t just order food; she ordered us drinks too.The strawberry margarita was amazing, and I felt so relaxed as we walked back to work.
“How bad are your periods, usually?”
Her random question broke through my little bubble of happiness.
“What?”
“I bought you the drink to help you make it through the day, but that was before I realized you were getting your period.Since you’re underage and he’s overprotective, if we call the margarita medicinal, I might not get yelled at for it.”
It took a few extra seconds for my mind to catch up to what she was saying.Even knowing that Bennett would smell alcohol on me and scold her, she’d bought me a drink anyway.And she—and everyone else in the office—would smell I was getting my period.
“Pain-wise, my periods are survivable.The first day is always the worst.But I think the emotional trauma of knowing that everyone will know when I have my period should win the ‘why Wrenly drank at lunch’ award.”
She laughed.“It’s not a big deal.We’re used to it.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“You will be.There are supplies in the bathroom closet.Take what you need.”
When we returned to work, she not only walked me to my desk but also went into Bennett’s office without knocking and closed the door behind her.
I watched him look up from his computer.His gaze shifted from me to the door where she stood.His frown slowly faded the longer she was in there.He glanced at me once more, nodded, and looked down at his computer again.
Miranda let herself out of his office, closing the door behind her.
“We’re both good,” she said.
About an hour later, as I was nodding off at my desk, my phone buzzed.
Bennett: Can I talk to you for a second?
As soon as I stood, I felt the first stabbing cramp and pressed my hand to my abdomen.He was starting to stand when I glanced at him through the window and gave him the “I need a second” finger.Seeing that one instead of the one he was used to seemed to surprise him.
He nodded and sat back down.I made my way to the bathroom and raided the supply closet.
A chocolate and a blanket were waiting for me on his napping couch when I returned.
“Thanks,” I said, taking both and making myself comfortable.
He watched me eat the chocolate and lie down.
“Is this what you wanted to talk about?”I asked.
“No, but I was going to offer it.You looked like you were going to pass out at your desk.”
I closed my eyes, already giving in to the call of sleep.
The nap didn’t last long.I woke an hour later, cramping lightly, and rolled over.The blanket, which had slid down, was tugged up over my shoulder again.
