Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)
“Wait a minute,” Max said, turning off the television. “You’ve got something to do first.”
She had? What?
“The homework Molly gave you? You’ve written those affirmations yet?”
Drat. She’d hoped they’d forget about that.
Yeah, right, she’d have better luck wishing for snow in July.
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that,” Max said. “Well? Do you want to show us what you wrote?”
Nope. Mainly because she hadn’t written anything. But also, because she didn’t really want to share.
She looked at them both. “I haven’t had time. It’s only been a few hours since my session. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Max raised one eyebrow.
“Sounded to me like Molly expected you to have started days ago, darlin’,” Logan commented. “And you didn’t do as you were told.”
She put her hands on her hips. “She’s not the boss of me.”
“Nope,” Max agreed. “We are.”
Arrogant male. “I wouldn’t say that exactly.”
“You have twenty minutes to go write something. You can use my office. Then come back in here and read it to us.”
“I don’t know what to write.”
“I don’t understand what she meant. What are self-affirmations?” Logan asked.
“When you say things about yourself you’re good at,” Max told him. “Like, I have a good work ethic. When you have a bad memory or something you can say them to yourself to help fight negative thoughts.”
“Oh, so Savannah needs to come up with things about herself that she does well?”
“It’s not that easy,” she muttered.
“You do plenty of things well.” Logan winked at her. “I can tell you one right now.”
She blushed, knowing what his mind had turned to. “I’m not writing that, Logan!”
“When’s your next session?” Max asked.
“In three days.”
“Okay, write one each night, and we’ll do the same. We can share them before your next session.”
“What? Now I have homework?” Logan groaned.
“Go on,” Max told her. “One affirmation isn’t that hard to think of. It’ll be even harder if you have to think of one while sitting on a hot ass.”
She glared at him, but he just gave her a stern look.
Okay, so maybe Max had been paying attention to Molly’s instructions. She walked out of the room and moved into his office, grabbing one of the blank workbooks they kept. She opened it up to a clean page then glared at it.
She didn’t want to do this.