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equal parts jealous and nauseous.
     
    "Okay, you work at McDonald's," Amanda said. "I'll suspend all reality for a minute and accept that you would ever do that."
     
    Boston held out his hand and pointed to the right. "And I work the drive-thru window."
     
    Shelby grinned. "Do you wear one of those hats? You know, with the visors?"
     
    He just stared at her until she wiped the smile off her face. Or hid it behind her hand, really. "Sorry, go ahead."
     
    "Thank you. So I work the drive thru, and that's all I do." He pointed to the left. "Then there are cashiers and burger flippers and a fry girl. So say a friend of mine comes to the counter. I can't leave the drive-thru to go flip her a special request burger just because she's my friend. We all have a certain job to do, and mine is the drive-thru."
     
    Amanda was temporarily amused out of her panic. Crossing her legs and smoothing her Ralph Lauren tennis skirt, she raised her eyebrows. "What the hell are you talking about? Am I supposed to be a fry girl or a cashier or what? You've completely lost me."
     
    "I'm saying I can't hire you. That's not my job."
     
    She was saved from voicing something she would probably regret by the front door being thrown open.
     
    "Shel, honey? Shelby?"
     
    Amanda knew that voice. It belonged to the big, brawny farmer, Danny Tucker, who looked like he could take a woman for a really wild ride on his tractor. She had tossed some light flirtation his way, only to have him smile politely and not take the hint. It had stung a bit to have him reject her, but she wouldn't admit that for all the Harry Winston diamonds on Oscar night.
     
    "Shelby, I thought you were going to talk to him about that." Boston's voice was low, urgent. "He is your ex-husband. E-X. That means he shouldn't be just walking into our house without knocking, and he shouldn't be calling you 'honey.' "
     
    The jealousy from Boston was kind of cute. Definitely amusing. Amanda looked to Shelby for her reaction.
     
    "Ex is right, so stop making a mountain out of a molehill." She rolled her eyes at her husband and called, "We're in the parlor, Danny!"
     
    When Boston would have protested further, she slid her hand across his chest. "Who am I in bed with every night, hmm? Who am I so in love with I want to be naked all the time?"
     
    Hands began to roam and a really loud, wet kiss commenced.
     
    "Third party here," Amanda called, hoping to stave off a make-out session. She was already hungry and flat busted broke. She didn't need to be reminded that it had been many, many long and lonely months since she'd had an orgasm. With a man present, anyway. "You're corrupting my innocent dog."
     
    "Your dog just knocked a glass of lemonade over onto my floor," Boston said, jerking his mouth off Shelby's and looking around wildly, like a towel might materialize out of nowhere. "Shel, use your T-shirt to clean it up. The wood will be ruined."
     
    "My T-shirt? Use your shirt!" But Shelby headed toward the kitchen.
     
    Amanda forced herself to sit up. There was a mess of spreading liquid puddling on the wood floor with her dog plopped butt-down in the middle of it. "Baby! Sorry, Boston, I didn't even know she was strong enough to knock that over. But you know, it was probably the shock of seeing you two groping each other. I'm single, and Baby isn't used to depravity. Except when I have on Bravo. It probably scared her and she jumped."
     
    Pushing her poodle out of the wet spot, Amanda winced. "Look at your fur… you have to realize we're poor now, Baby. I can't pay the groomer to shampoo you."
     
    "You're poor?" Danny Tucker asked in disbelief.
     
    Amanda looked up and saw the farmer standing in the doorway to Shelby and Boston's minute floral parlor. He filled the whole doorframe with muscular man. Completely filled it, entirely from one side to the other, and Amanda felt a tingling in her breasts that was not the aftereffects of surgery. At twenty-one she had gotten breast