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SKYLAR
Bagging groceries was easy. Mundane. Required no thought beyond don’t put bananas on top of lettuce or canned goods with bread.
I seemed to have found a job that only required the skills I possessed. Organization.
Life was going well.
Sharing a bed with two men, one of which loved on me nonstop, the other just as standoffish as Ashton had warned me about Rhett’s character. But I would wear him down eventually.
I’d done so once, so it was only a matter of time before he relented to the pull between us again.
Since I worked daytime hours, the three of us had ended up cooking dinner with each other, and I felt as though I fit in their dynamic pretty well.
Home goods…in one bag. Dryer sheets wrapped in a plastic bag first…
I’d hoped that Rhett would soften toward me after th
