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He could hear the laughter in her voice. Damn, he liked her already.
“Yes, we will. Hey, I’ll let you go. I’ll call you soon.”
“Sounds perfect. Bye.”
“Bye, Addison.” He disconnected and couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
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Addison sighed as she listened to one customer arguing with one of her staff about the cost of his prescription.
“Every time he comes in here, this happens,” Kinley said beside her.
“I know. I don’t know what more he wants. It’s three dollars, for God’s sake.”
“He wants it free.”
Addison walked to the counter and stared at the older gentleman.
“Mr. Carr, if you’re unhappy with your co-pay, you must speak to your insurance company. We have no control over that, sir.”
“It’s highway robbery. Why do I pay for insurance if I still have to pay for my medicine?”
“Deductibles. Almost all insurance companies have them. Please call them if you have questions.”
“Why can’t you call them for me?” he asked her.
“I’m a pharmacist, not a representative for you.”
“Well, what good is it having insurance?”
Addison sighed again. Every month, they went through this. She glanced at the door when it opened and smiled when she saw Tessa and Sam Garrett enter. Sam put his fingers to the brim of his hat, and Addison about swooned. He wasn’t known as the sexy sheriff for no reason.
“Mr. Carr, please pay for your prescription and let the person behind you get waited on,” she said.
“This is ridiculous,” Mr. Carr muttered as he pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his pants.
Sam leaned against the counter, folded his arms, and looked at Mr. Carr.
“Anything wrong?” Sam asked her.
“I—” Addison said.
“These medicines are too much, Sheriff,” Mr. Carr interrupted her.
“I see. Then you need to take it up with your insurance provider, Mr. Carr,” Sam said.
Addison inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe hearing it from the sheriff would make Carr move along.
“Look, Sheriff, I’m seventy-eight years old and on a fixed income, but I have to pay outrageous prices for my medicine.” Carr held his receipt up.
She watched as Sam glanced at it, then back at Carr.
“I’m still unsure what you expect the pharmacy to do.”
“Nothing. Not a damn thing.” While glaring at the sheriff, Carr picked up his bag, turned, and walked out.
She looked up at Sam. “Thank you.”
