He hurried through the shop, dumped several packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in the basket, and went to pay. The cashier smiled at him—or he believed she did. He hated face masks sometimes.
“Nice mask.” Yeah, it sounded as if she was laughing at him.
“Thanks, my best friend ordered it for me.” Ty had embraced face mask fashion and had bought Quincy several—one crazier than the other.
She nodded and continued to scan his items.
Once he got out of the shop, he dumped the groceries in the trunk of his car, got into the driver’s seat, and ripped off the mask. Damn, it was hot wearing one.
Grabbing his phone, he called Ty.
“Ty!”
“Quinny.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Right. How are—”
“I need help!”
Ty sighed. “I know, sweetie. We’ve been over this. There are several therapists—
“Sex
