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Oh dear.
“That’s…” A fucking mess. “She’s going to think it’s…it’s to get back at her, right?”
That was what would happen in a book or a movie.
“I think so, but nothing the delivery guy has said makes it sound like that. He said they met at the grocery store and he didn’t realize who she was until they’d been dating a month.” Anson’s voice said he believed it but I wasn’t sure.
“Is she…did she…” Something. “I think…”
I’d finish my question once I stopped yawning and I could think more clearly.
“The girlfriend? He’s shown me pictures and I thought she was significantly younger too. He also doesn’t look as young as he actually is, so I think the age gap is explainable. But the rest…I don’t know.” Anson might not know but he wanted to find out. “But let me tell you what else he said.”
I was going to tease him about it…
Later, I’d…
There was something…
Chapter 15
Anson
“I’m here to save you!” Kennedy threw himself into my arms as soon as I opened the door, making me laugh and nearly bowling me over. “You don’t have to talk to yourself anymore.”
He was adorable but he also wasn’t wrong.
“Thank you for coming to save me.” Giving him a quick kiss, I tightened my hold on him, encouraging him to snuggle closer. “It was a long day and I’m ready for attention.”
Beaming, Kennedy nodded and wiggled against me so our dicks rubbed together. “I’m ready to give you more attention.”
All kinds, judging by the way one particular body part was very excited.
“I appreciate that.” And I was going to reward him for it too. “You’re saving the day.”
Or the evening to be exact.
But Kennedy didn’t mind the off timing of my statement and grinned wider, giving me a kiss before curling into me. “And I remembered to text you every time I moved locations today and I always told you something about my thoughts.”
His first rule was to text me every time he moved from one point on the map to another. Home to work? I got a text. Work to home? I got a text.
And he also had to tell me one thing that he’d been thinking about.
To say he approved of the rule was an understatement.
When his head was resting on my shoulder, he sighed and started in on his role as the attention giver…a role he took very seriously.
“Francis apologized for being a butthead. His word, not mine. I’d have called him a dick. Or insane. But he said he was sorry and that he was going to be scheduling time with his therapist again. Evidently, he stopped doing that when work got too stressful?” Kennedy’s confused tone said that made just as much sense to him as it did to me.
He frowned as his head popped up, looking like discussing aliens would’ve been more logical. “Isn’t that the opposite of what he was supposed to do? I’ve never done therapy because I don’t need anyone else telling me that I talk too much and I’m strange. But he works in health care. Isn’t he supposed to know how therapy works? Isn’t he supposed to support it?”
My first response was to file away his logic about therapy for another day and my second was to shrug, which wasn’t helpful at all. “Well, first of all, I think that was a very confusing decision on his part at the very least.”
When Kennedy started nodding and looked relieved, I kept going. “Secondly, yes, that is the opposite of what he’s supposed to be doing and he probably does understand that. But we don’t always do what’s best for ourselves.”
At least losing his mind at Kennedy had made Francis realize he had to change something. Kennedy had said he was some kind of specialized nurse but he’d gone off on a tangent before I figured out exactly what Francis did for a living. All I knew was that it was making him insane and he needed to figure out something.
I just wasn’t sure it was any of my business because I’d only met him in person for about thirty seconds and he wasn’t always nice to Kennedy.
