Page 57 of It's Not PMS, It's You
I stared at him. “How did you know I had a date? Did Dee tell you?”
“No—you told me.”
“When?”
“Just now.” He chuckled. “But before that, yesterday, Dee said she needed to get back to finding you a man, but then I’m pretty sure you lied when you said it was for a hair appointment.”
I just stared at him.
Now he was accusing me of lying?
Yes, I did lie, but that had nothing to do with it.
Nick shrugged. “Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Having someone in your life is a good thing.” He twisted toward the fountain. “I love the sound of the water. Have you tried my breathing exercise yet?”
“No.”
“Well, you should.”
“I can’t. I’m trying to be mad at you.”
He took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth. “Of course. Please continue. Go ahead and yell if it makes you feel better.”
He closed his eyes and inhaled again.
Did anything ever ruffle Nick’s feathers?
The way he exuded peace and tranquility was impressive and annoying at the same time.
Did he even have a pulse?
What kind of life was that, going around and pretending that he didn’t have a care in the world? He was exactly like Judy in the airport, except he was better looking and didn’t have a pukey-green suitcase. At least, I didn’t think he had one. It didn’t matter. The only difference I could see between the two of them was that Nick looked happy and Judy did not.
I sighed. “Can I get back to my point?”
“By all means . . .”
“Then open your eyes and pay attention.”
He opened his eyes and turned to me, not saying anything.
“Thank you. Now, where was I?”
“You went to an Italian restaurant today for lunch.”
“Right. Anyway, I went to an Italian restaurant today for lunch,by myself, and ordered some food to go for me and Dee, not knowing that the meals I had ordered were family-style that served four to six people. I love Italian food, I love my carbs, and I definitely love leftovers just as much as the next person, but it was way too much food for just me and Dee.Youhaven’t eaten. You’ll be doing me a favor by making sure the food doesn’t go to waste. You must be starving.”
Nick nodded. “You didn’t have a date then?”
“Why are we back on that? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, because you accused me of lying, and it would be perfect if you lied, too. Then the score would be even, that’s all.”
“The score? Is this a game to you?”
He grinned. “It could be. You’re not having fun?”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing this.
