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“A-Are you firing me?” I managed to squeak out, wanting to curl inward at the attention our conversation drew from customers and co-workers alike.
“Of course not.” She lightly touched my shoulder, and I blew out a breath at her kind smile.
“I’m really sorry. Sometimes my brain goes all wonky, and I can’t focus. It’s even worse when my feet get antsy too,” I blurted.
The manager steered me by my elbow toward the customer service station at the store’s front. Once in relative privacy, she turned toward me, her lips still curled upward.
“My son has ADHD and is a living jumping bean.”
A huff of relieved laughter escaped me. “You understand.”
“I do. Some days are better than others, that’s for sure. What meds does your doctor have you on?”
“Um…none?” I shrugged. “I don’t have insurance. I’ve never even been properly diagnosed—but it’s pretty obvious I have issues.”
“You said you just moved to town,” my manager said, pulling her cell from her pocket.
“Yeah.” I rubbed my palms down my jeans, my toes tapping to move.
“I’m going to send you my mother-in-law’s office number. She’s a primary care physician and has studied ADHD extensively because of my son. I think she’d be able to help you.”
Tears once more stung my eyes, and I gave her my number to text the contact info.
“Your health insurance benefits won’t kick in for close to three months, but my mom will set up an easy payment plan of what you can afford, okay?”
I nodded, dashing my forearm across my cheek.
“Now head home and rearrange a closet or two,” she suggested with a knowing smile.
Laughing, I promised that I would.
And I did.
I wanted to attack Rhett and Ashton’s walk-ins to color-coordinate everything they owned, but I needed to give them space outside close proximity.
The linen closet got a thorough clean out, as did the fridge. A half-dozen or so different bottles of sauces, dressings, and condiments that had expired landed in the trash can.
Once finished, I cooked myself dinner for one, wondering how my men fared wherever they’d gone to dine.
My men…I felt I had a right to claim a piece of Ashton’s heart, but Rhett needed some persuading once he settled his thoughts and heart into accepting our connection and how right the three of us could be as a triad.
Doubled down in my determination to win him over, I crawled into bed at too early of an hour with a couple of romance novels from the library.
Annie Kelly swept me from reality, reigniting my desire for a proper threesome, and although my body burned when I heard Ashton and Rhett return home, I stayed put.
Ears straining, I listened as they reset the alarm and went to their bedroom.
I imagined their door locked.
The shower turned on and washing away the work day.
They would crawl into their big bed and make love to one another, reassuring each other of their devotion.
I’d seen Rhett’s passion for Ashton. Hopefully, Ashton would draw it out, and Rhett’s emotions would settle.
Because I wanted more with him too.
And there was no way I could afford to move elsewhere anytime soon.