“Really? Two minutes ago you were moaning, and now we’re back to the union? Maybe we can put that on hold until after.”
I brushed the wrinkles from my skirt. I hadn’t planned on rushing out the door. Then again, I hadn’t planned on what had just transpired either. But it hit me that I had the upper hand now—a way to make Weston feel as screwed over as he’d made me feel earlier. A slow, evil smile spread across my face, and I arched a brow. “After?”
He looked down at the substantial bulge in his pants and back up to me. “We’re not done here.”
“Is that so?” I walked toward the door. Opening it, I looked back over my shoulder. “I hope you feel every bit as screwed over as I did today. Sweet dreams, Weston.”
Chapter 5
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Weston
“So what’s going on with you? I’m glad you didn’t cancel our session again this week.” Dr. Halpern crossed her legs and set her notepad on the table next to her.
It might’ve been the first time I didn’t have to hide my ogling of her shapely calves. And that wasn’t because she’d decided to wear pants for a change. She had the same long stems on display as she normally did.
I lay down on the proverbial patient couch like I always did, even though she’d told me it wasn’t necessary and most patients sat up. Apparently, the shrink sitting in a chair across from the nutjob while he spilled his guts was more for the movies than real life. Though, if I had to come here, I figured I might as well get some rest out of it.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I had the croup?” I asked her. “I was probably four, and Caroline was six or so.”
“I don’t think you’ve mentioned it, no.”
“My mother had given me the last of the ice cream, and my sister wasn’t happy about it. Mom had set up a vaporizer in my room. So while I was enjoying my ice cream, Caroline went and peed in the vaporizer. When my mother went to put me back in bed, my room was a cloud of urine mist.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Halpern pick up her notepad and jot something down.
“You’re taking notes about this? Is that because you’re thinking of trying the gag on someone, or have you just found the root of all of my problems?”
Dr. Halpern set down her pad and pen. “I wrote down that you voluntarily spoke about your sister. Is there a reason you were thinking of Caroline today?”
I usually gave no real thought to anything the good doc asked, but today I did, for some reason. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“Tell me about the last forty-eight hours. Even if parts of your day were mundane, I’d like to hear about them.”
I shook my head. “You sure about that?”
Dr. Halpern folded her hands on her lap. “I am.”
“Okay… Well…”
For the next twenty minutes or so, I walked her through my last two days, though I skipped over the encounters in private with Sophia, figuring those details weren’t relevant to anything she needed to dissect. Yet she seemed to zone in on that part of my story anyway.
“So you and Sophia have some sort of history together.”
“Our families do.”
“When was the last time you saw Sophia before a few days ago?”
I smiled. “Prom night.”
“She was your prom date?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“But you saw her at prom?”
I thought back to twelve years ago. I could still see Sophia in her dress. It was red and clung to every curve. While most of the girls had looked nice, they’d also looked like they were going to prom. But not Soph. She’d looked elegant and stood out in a way that made me unable to take my eyes off her all night—even with my date telling me all the things she couldn’t wait to do with me after the prom was over.
“Yeah. She didn’t have such a great night.”
“Why is that?”
“Her boyfriend was sleeping with her cousin. She found out when she overheard them having sex in the ladies’ room stall.”
“Oh my. That must’ve put a damper on her evening.”
“Yeah, especially when I punched the dick in the nose.” Remembering the face Dr. Halpern usually made when I cursed, I added, “Sorry. When I punched the loser in the face.”
Dr. Halpern smiled. “Thank you. So you and Sophia were good friends, then?”
I smiled. “No, we hated each other.”
“But you defended her honor.”
I shrugged. “It was more that I didn’t like her boyfriend.”
“Why is that?”
I started to answer and then stopped. Why the hell were we talking about twelve years ago and whether or not I liked this guy? Turning to look at Dr. Halpern, I said, “Is there a point to all these questions? I think we’ve gone off track.”