He’d been a real jerk, but for some reason he wanted Robert to stay away from her.Why, he had to wonder? One minute he hated her and couldn’t wait to get away, the next, he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go. Even more, he wanted to hear her tell him she loved him. But that was impossible, especially since she had never once said it when they were together.Robert came up behind Flint and startling him. “Why are you pushing away the woman you love?"“I told you, I don’t love her. What’s there to love anyway? She’s a nasty, ill-tempered woman with permanent PMS. I’d be nuts to want that?” Flint combed his long fingers through his hair, frustrated with his ever-changing mood. Did men have premenstrual syndrome?Robert placed his arm over Flint’s shoulder and led him over to the sofa. “Flint, my boy, let me tell you a little story about a girl I once knew. It might take awhile,” he continued when Flint looked confused.Flint reluctantly sat down. “I’m sure the story’s fascinating, but I’m in no mood for a long, drawn out tale of one of your conquests.”“It’s no tale, Flint.
