Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,18

groaned. “Oh my God, this is just… There are no words.”

Yup, which was why I wasn’t talking at all. If I did that, I’d have to stop eating.

“I don’t get it?” Bond said loudly, watching us with a frown. “I get that Rose is pregnant—”

“Ya think?” Canon snorted, yelping when a smacking noise followed it. “I was just saying that it was obvious she’s pregnant.”

Glaring at his brother, Bond continued, “So I get why she’s eating weird shit. But why is Zuri eating it?”

“The painkillers,” Garrett sighed, his upper lip curling up when I shoved the next mouthful in. “She said last night that they give her the munchies.”

“Imagine what she’d be like if she smoked weed,” Reid chuckled, taking a step back when all of the members of Piersville Police Department turned to look at him. “Like the medical-grade shit—it’s legal, isn’t it? Who’d ever smoke the non-medical stuff? Drugs kill, y’all.”

Even high as a kite, I didn’t believe him on that. So when Dave pointed at his eyes and then back at Reid, I made a noise of agreement and almost choked on the food in my mouth. This meant that the chili’s in the guacamole did something in my throat, and it was like a small fire started.

Then, the weirdest sensation started to take over. It was like my limbs were turning to jelly as every bone melted, leaving only the burning in that one location. My brain decided to join the mushy feeling, just as my bowl hit the countertop.

“Whoa, shit, what’s happening to her?” Jarrod asked, moving to catch me, but Garrett got there first and carefully held me against him.

“She didn’t take the prescribed dose of the meds this morning,” Rose murmured as she sucked potato and frosting off her finger. “She was still in a lot of pain while we were out but was trying to hide it, so I told Garrett to make sure he gave her the next one bang on time.”

Raoul walked over and looked at Rose’s bowl with a sneer. “You about done with that shit?”

When she nodded, he looked at his brother. “You can’t carry her with your shoulder, so I’ll get her settled before we go.”

There was a pause, then, just as I was trying to get the spoon to my mouth because I wasn’t a quitter, the world tilted, and I was moving through the air. Legit, flying through the air.

And what did superheroes do when they flew? They stuck an arm out—so that’s what I did. Except, because this was a new power, I wasn’t sure if I was meant to kick my legs to go faster or how to change direction, so I decided to test it by doing what I did when I was swimming.

“Please tell me you’re recording this,” I heard Ellis snicker.

“Yup!”

“I’ve got it, too.”

“Like I wouldn’t.”

It was a relief to know I’d have proof of my superpowers when I told everyone about them.

And then my magic ran out because I was lowering myself down onto my bed. I guess it was a good place for it to happen.

Big hands rolled me onto my side, and then something soft was pressed carefully against my spine. “Thanks, man. You good to let everyone out?”

“Yeah… Uh, Garrett, are you seriously piling pillows and cushions around her like a baby?”

There was silence as more things were moved behind me, and then my heavy flying arm was lifted and put on something. I wanted to say thank you, but my trip had exhausted me.

“I don’t want her to roll off the bed and hurt her back more or her other arm. It worked last night, but I also had to swaddle her with a sheet and tie it to the bedpost.”

“You swaddled her?”

“It was the only way. She was like a fucking hurricane, thrashing everywhere, and I didn’t want her to hurt her back. I’ll teach you before the twins arrive, it’s pretty easy.”

“What’s stopping her from rolling forward?”

“Me.”

Whatever else the voices in my head had to say was lost on me, though, because I fell asleep mid-plan for future flying adventures.

Movement woke me up. For some reason, I was shifting across the mattress toward the other side of the bed.

“Sorry, pretty girl. If I lie on my bad shoulder, it hurts like a bitch, so we’re swapping sides so I can keep an eye on you.”

I would’ve asked who was there and thank him for calling me pretty, but I was focused on something