We didn’t order each other lunch when the other was sick anymore.
“I’m fine. I’ll reheat some leftovers,” I said. “I might head over to my office anyway.”
“That seems smart. To work when you’re sick.”
Whatever. I didn’t have any patients today, so I could either rot away here or I could catch up on paperwork.
CHAPTER 3
Jordan Hackett
Ishook my head, reading Ash’s text again.
One good thing happened this weekend. I lowered my handicap.
“Ugh!” I tossed my phone onto the couch next to my desk and folded my arms over my chest.
This wasn’t gonna work. Both Mister Ash and Mister Rigger were being dummies.
We didn’t always have time to “wait for the right moment.” They’d had dinner together on Saturday and Sunday; Ash should’ve just leaned in and kissed the crap out of Nathan, and then everything would’ve been fine again.
“Dinner’s ready in ten, baby!” James called from downstairs.
“Be right there!” I hollered back.
I spun around in my chair and eyed all my crafts. Shelves upon shelves, boxes upon boxes, everything neatly organized. Maybe I could get crafty and send Ash and Nathan ransom notes. Only, instead of a ransom, I was spilling some truths. Like, you still love each other! Go kiss and make up!
Too bad we were long past Valentine’s Day. I could’ve sent them cards from each other.
I made magic in this room. I painted ducks, I made James pretty cards, I wrote him love notes, I created fridge magnets, I planned pranks—well, that was a new development—I mended clothes, I drew, and I built knickknacks. I could probably reunite two stubborn Sadists too.
I was even the new prop master in the Brat Squad, for chrissakes!
A ding from my laptop alerted me to a new message, so I spun around again and saw a message from Corey on the Mclean site.
Dude, are you seeing this?
Seeing what?
Before I could ask, a link popped up.
I clicked on it, and it led to a status update. Noa had posted about his day, how he’d had cheesecake with Master Lucian at the Cheesecake Factory. He wished everyone a Happy May Fourth with aStar Warsmeme and ended the post with, “And maybe I shouldn’t blow my paycheck on fun stuff all the time, but whatever!”
I snickered. So relatable. James had to earmark a sum for me that I could blow through every month—for both our sakes. Because we really, really loved to travel and see the world, and I’d shoot myself in the foot if I shopped till I dropped as often as the mood struck.
Was this what Corey meant?
I scrunched my nose and scrolled down to the comments, and that was when my eyebrows flew up and I couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing. Who wasthatturd? Was it a joke? An inside joke I didn’t understand?
To no one’s surprise, you can’t fend for yourself without the help of not one but two Doms. Lol. Pathetic.
It wasn’t a joke. Kit was the first one who’d responded.
Who goes on someone’s post and writes something like that? This isn’t Facebook. Fuck off.
Corey was the next member who’d replied to the troll.
Is it a habit of yours to spout bullshit about people you don’t know? I wouldn’t brag about it. It’s embarrassing.
