“Cat got your tongue?” Jake laughs awkwardly as he pushes past me. “Your brother called and said you’re not feeling well.”
Of course he did.
He walks over to the kitchen and sets the bags down.
“Make yourself at home.
” I laugh sarcastically.
“Thanks. This place is nice.” Jake scans the open area as he sets up a spread of Styrofoam bowls. “Your dad has some sweet connections.”
“I know.” I pull out a stool and sit.
“So I picked up tomato basil and the cure-all: chicken noodle with extra chicken.”
I reach for the chicken noodle. “You remembered.”
“How could I not? Your mom would smack our hands when Colton and I would try to spoon out just the meat.” He flashes me his perfect smile.
“What can I say?” I pull off the lid and reach for a spoon. “I’m her favorite.”
He doesn’t disagree. “The tomato smells good.”
I pass him a spoon. “Help yourself.”
“Thanks, but first, you need to take some meds.” He dumps out a white plastic bag. “I’ve got something for a headache—”
I give him a thumbs down.
“Stomachache? Heartburn?” he asks.
I shake my head no.
“PMS?” He raises a brow.
“Nope.” I roll my eyes. “You got PMS meds, but not chocolate? Jake Morgan, you have a lot to learn—”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of plain M&M’s—my favorite. “You were saying?”
“Fine—you can keep the meds, but toss the candy here.”
“I’ll think about it.” He smirks.
I set down my spoon and wipe my mouth.
“Full?”
“Thirsty.”
“You’re in luck.” Jake peers into the other sack and pulls out a variety of drinks. “Take your pick.”
“You really did think of everything.” I grab the ginger ale.
“I did.” He reaches into the bag. “You ready for this?” Jake pulls out a rainbow box of tissues. “I saw this and thought of you.”
He thought of me.
Rainbow.