My stomach twists up in a double-knot. “I can’t. Garrett, this isn’t working. I’m not going to be able to help you. You’ve got to find another way.”
“It is working. It has worked. I’m just asking you to try again.”
“For God’s sake, I can’t,” I snap, then close my mouth when I see pain on his face. I force myself to exhale. “I’m sorry, but you’re stressing me out. This whole experience is very intense.”
“I know. That’s why I wanted you to sit down. You need to relax. Either figure out how to do it for yourself, or I’ll help you.”
Excuse me? I whirl, my hands on my hips. “You’ll help me? Exactly how do you plan to do—” I stop speaking when Garrett stalks toward me, pulling his T-shirt off over his head.
I back up, even though my ovaries rev their engines.
You’re close to ovulation. Who
