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very long ago if it still bothers you.”
    “It was two years ago,” she said in a quiet voice.
    Truitt frowned. “Two years? And your knee still hurts you?”
    “It was ... a bad accident. It took me a long time to recover. I’ve had six surgeries on my leg and knee. They had to completely reconstruct parts of the bone.”
    “Why in the hell are you working as a waitress? That can’t be good for your leg,” Rick said.
    “I was in school when the accident happened. I had to quit. I started back but it’s hard to find a job that works around my class schedule. I have bills to pay so I can’t be too picky about the work, you know?”
    Neither man looked happy with her response but they let it go. The last thing she wanted was to get into the fact that she no longer had a job.
    There had to be a way of convincing Merriam that she hadn’t stolen money. Suddenly the idea of not seeing Rick and Truitt on a regular basis depressed the hell out of her. They always managed to brighten her day no matter how shitty it had been to that point.
    She wasn’t a quitter. If she was, she’d have given up a long time ago when the odds were against her walking again. It might not be the best job in the world, but it was hers and she was damn good at it, and she wasn’t about to let her asshole boss pin the blame on her for missing money.
    “Hey, what’s the fierce expression for?” Truitt asked.
    She relaxed and smiled. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering when act two begins. I may be new to the whole being in bed with two gorgeous male specimens thing, but I’ve decided that Waste Not, Want Not is a very good motto.”
    Rick chuckled and nipped at her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. Truitt lowered his head and pulled at one nipple with his mouth and then sucked strongly until she moaned low in her throat.
    “You are absolutely delicious,” Truitt said as he pushed her over so that both breasts were available to him.
    Rick scooted back on the bed to give Jessie more room and she reached for him, wanting to touch him. She hadn’t been able to touch either man yet. Things had happened so quickly.
    She slid her fingers through Rick ’s hair as Truitt teased and tormented her nipples.
    “I love your hair,” she said.
    Rick seemed uncomfortable with the praise but his eyes glowed as he turned to look at her. He caught her hand as she trailed her fingers through the silky ends and kissed her palm.
    “And I love yours,” Truitt said even as he delved a hand into her thick curls. “I’ve been dying to run my hands through it ever since I first saw you.”
    Rick laughed. “Face it, man, you’ve been dying to touch her since we saw her.”
    Truitt shrugged. “Yeah, that too.”
    “I don’t get it,” she said, marveling at their words.
    “What don’t you get?” Rick asked.
    “Why me? I mean you both act like I’m something special. I feel like a goddess the way you two look at me and talk about me.”
    “That’s how you’re supposed to feel,” Truitt said as he drew away, his eyes gleaming. “As for why you? Honey, you’re just it with a capital I . No other way to explain it. I saw you and it was kind of like taking a bullet.”
    She frowned. “I’m not sure that’s the way I want to be immortalized. Have you ever been shot?”
    “He hasn’t. I have,” Rick said dryly. “If he had, he wouldn’t be throwing around that colorful little descriptor.”
    Truitt grinned. “I have a good imagination.”
    Jessie pushed herself upward and got to her knees so she could stare down at the two men in bed with her. It was a feast of male flesh and she couldn’t control her itchy fingers. She placed her palms on their chests and let them wander over the muscled dips and ridges and downward to their taut bellies.
    She absently traced the outline of Truitt’s tattoo while her hand stilled on Rick’s pelvis just above the dark patch of hair surrounding his cock.
    “I love your tats,” she murmured. “I