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those sweet snuggle moves and sighed as if she was perfectly content. Rick stroked a hand over her hair.
    “I don’t know what it is about her,” Rick said in a low voice. “But you’re right. She’s it. When I see her I can’t look away. There’s something that’s just irresistible about her. And the thing is, she’s just as sweet as she looks. She hugged me for God’s sake.”
    “Awww, are you sad because I haven’t hugged you?” Truitt drawled.
    Rick scowled and held up his middle finger. “Fuck you, man.”
    Truitt chuckled. Then he stretched and put his arm above his head. “I’m beat. It’s been a long-ass week. If we aren’t planning to let her go, I vote we get some sleep, let her rest, and spend the day fucking her brains out tomorrow.”
    “Smooth,” Rick said. “Real fucking smooth.” He shook his head again. Truitt was ... well, he was Truitt. After being partners for five years, Rick knew it was hopeless to comment on Truitt’s lack of tact.
    Truitt could fight his own battles anyway. If Jessie was going to be with them for any length of time, she’d learn to deal with Truitt’s uncouthness. Or not.
    Carefully he rolled, easing Jessie down onto the bed between him and Truitt. Truitt was quick to tuck an arm around Jessie and pull her into his chest.
    “Get some damn clothes on,” Truitt grumbled. “Jessie’s not awake and I don’t want to see your naked ass.”
    Rick swung his legs over the bed and then went to get a pair of shorts from his room. By the time he returned, Truitt was sound asleep, his cheek resting against Jessie’s ear.
    Yeah, his partner had it bad all right. But Rick couldn’t say a damn word because he had it every bit as bad.

Chapter 5
     
    J essie woke, the room dark around her. She was aware of a hard body behind her but she could feel the heat of another in front of her.
    Her cheeks went warm and she rolled her eyes at the idea that she was lying here blushing in the dark because she’d had a wild night of sex with two hot-as-hell guys.
    She raised her head, staring around for a clock, but didn’t see anything that was visible. Well, she had to pee anyway.
    Carefully she eased down the bed, not crawling over either of them. She had no idea if they had to work today or not and she figured they needed the rest after being up so late.
    She stumbled around for her clothing and dug into the pocket of her shorts for her phone to check the time. It was early. Or late, depending on your schedule. Often Jessie wasn’t getting into bed until now after a long night at the bar and cleanup.
    Merriam would still be in her office as she always was until 6:00 A.M. every morning. She holed up doing God knows what, muttering over expenses. The waitresses heard her bitching regularly about cutting costs.
    Once in the bathroom, Jessie sat on the closed toilet seat for a long moment weighing her options. Last night she’d been pissed and ready to say fuck it and find a new job. But she couldn’t afford to miss even a few days and there was no guaranteeing she’d find a job that quickly.
    Which meant she really needed to swallow her pride and go back to try to convince Merriam that she hadn’t stolen money and to beg for her job back.
    She grimaced because, man, it was hard to swallow her pride. She’d never been good at it. She rubbed absently at her knee and then stared down at the scars that lined either side of her leg.
    Bill collectors weren’t particularly understanding, and she did have to eat and pay tuition. If she had any hope of getting back on her feet both literally and figuratively, she had to suck it up and go back to the bar.
    If she went now, she could be back in time to cook breakfast for the guys. They wouldn’t even know she’d been gone if things went well with Merriam. And if worse came to worst, she’d collect her tips and her paycheck and resign herself to having to go job hunting instead of taking a long lazy day.
    Saturdays were the only day