Page 3 of Friends with Benefits

My face felt like I’d been repeatedly punched as I smiled and raised my voice to say, “Come in.” I wiped away any evidence of tears and tried in vain to straighten my hair and look like I hadn’t been crying for hours.

Two orange-headed girls of six bounded into my room. Tillie’s curls were soft waves that floated around her shoulders. Molly’s were tight ringlets that bounced with each step. They were both the terrors and the lights of my life.

“We brought you some water and a therbombiter. Are you sick?” Tillie asked as she sat on the side of the bed. Molly climbed up and around to my other side.

“Just a little tired,” I said, edging around the truth. “The water will help.”

I took the glass Molly offered, amazed she hadn’t spilled it during her climb up. The water was tepid, but wet, and after crying for hours, I felt like a wrung-out rag. I was probably a little dehydrated.

The girls stared at me, expectantly. “Thank you, babies,” I said with a squeeze. “This is perfect. Do you have homework?”

Tillie wagged her finger at me, and Molly giggled. “No work until you feel better. You always let us watch TV when we don’t feel good.”

I didn’t have it in me to argue. Homework could wait. I pulled the girls close, sighing as their little bodies fit into my side.

Who needed a man when I had them?

Chapter Two

Tripp

Freshmen Year

“Hey, hotshot,”a voice called out.

Looking up, I glowered at the source and then felt a jolt go through my body. A beat-up sedan was stopped behind the car of the girl I was hitting on. The driver leaned out, her glossy red hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her eyes were spitting fire, even over the short distance. They made me forget my original goal—the pretty little brunette sorority chick I’d been eyeing for weeks.

“There are other people in the world, you know,” said the redhead. “Do you mind?”

Red gestured to the sorority girl’s car, which was blocking her way in the parking garage.

I straightened and sent Red a winning smile. “Not at all, angel. Why don’t you come and join us?”

“In your dreams,” Red retorted. “All I want from you is for you to get out of my way. I’m kind of in a hurry here.”

“Do you know that chick?” the sorority girl—I think her name was Gemma—asked, attitude on full display.

“Not yet,” I said under my breath.

Red must have heard. “Not ever.”

I heard a thin wail that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. She turned to the backseat, and I saw through the windshield two tall backed car seats strapped in on either side. This caused me to straighten. She was a mother? That certainly made me do a double take. The sound I’d heard was a kid crying.

“Great,” I heard Red mutter when the second kid’s ear-piercing cry joined in. “You think you could take your seduction routine somewhere else?” she snarled.

“I should get going,” Gemma said. “You wanna call me later?”

“Sure,” I said absently. My eyes were all for Red, who was still turned around, comforting the writhing bundles in the backseat.

“Don’t you need my number?” Gemma asked.

“Right,” I answered, shaking my head. I passed her my phone, and she put in her contact info with a sultry smile. Returning it, I winked and watched as she drove off.

“About time,” Red said as her car sailed by and pulled into a parking spot.

I jogged to catch up, my leg muscles still loose from afternoon practice. She was unloading the babies from the car by the time I came to a stop by her side. Red looked up and frowned at me. It made me wonder what it would take to make her smile.

“What?” she asked pointedly. She had to raise her voice over the little screaming machines she was now loading into a stroller.