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Rueben rolls his eyes. She smiles at him before he leaves, bolting out of the room.

“Is he okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I nod. “He has ADHD. He’s medicated and that helps with some of his issues, but he still gets excitable about certain things.”

I won’t tell her that she’s what he’s excited about today.

I’m pretty sure she’ll work that out on her own soon enough.

“ADHD?” she asks, nodding slowly. “Right.”

Maybe she thinks it’s something I’ve told her before.

It’s not, and that’s probably because she’s never given me more than a minute of her own undivided attention at a time. She’s not usually much of a listener.

“I actually wondered if you might have a little of the same,” I admit.

She blinks at me, before realization dawns in her eyes. “Oh. Oh! No. I don’t think so.”

She goes quiet, and I kick myself mentally for being such a dumbass.

I don’t know why I brought that up. It was stupid.

It’s the first chance I’ve gotten to have a real conversation with our true mate, and I used it to try and diagnose her as neurodiverse.

What the hell was I thinking?

I can’t believe I just did that.

I’ve seriously got to think harder about what I say and do around her.

Scaring her off isn’t in the plan, so I keep my mouth shut, hoping Rueben’s foster kitten can get us back on track.

Chapter sixteen

Sapphire

Tall, blond and handsome just threw me for a loop with the whole ADHD thing. It’s possible, I guess. I always thought Scarlett was just easily bored by nature.

Though she is also kind of messy, and always on the go …

Maybe there’s something in that, but it only makes me realize he’s been paying that much attention to her that he’s been able to notice something like that. Clearly, he’s besotted.

It makes my heart sink a little, and that doesn’t make any sense.

I’ve barely met the guy. He’s still a stranger to me.

He might be an Alpha, and an extremely handsome one, but that doesn’t mean he would make a good rebound guy. In fact, he’d be the worst choice of rebound I could ever make if he’s in love with my sister.

I shudder a little as I try to shake off that creepy thought.

Nothing’s going to happen here.

All I’m here to do is clean.

The cute redhead with the freckles darts back into the room holding a tiny grey and black kitten in his hands. He holds the kitty out to me, and I pet its little head.

“Oh my God, he’s so cute.”

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