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Awhole week of sneaking around was easier to manage than I first anticipated. It was kind of exciting. Every time Theo gave me a quick peck on the lips before I got out of the car to go to work, every time he placed his hand on the small of my back as he saw me to my door —it was thrilling.
Cindy visited me at the art studio with an extra-large coffee. She slumped down in the vacant classroom chair beside me and ran a hand over her cheek, perturbed.
“They’re cutting our hours,” she complained. “All in the name of making sure the hospital staff isn’t overworked.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” I asked. “I wouldn’t want a medical professional to be too tired to take proper care of me.”
Cindy grimaced. “I know, I know. But the less I work, the less I make. If David and I are going
