Dare to Love (Dare to Love 1)
“You think I need help.” Riley glanced down at the blanket covering her.
“I don’t think talking can hurt.”
“Look at you, being all diplomatic.” She pursed her lips and studied the woman’s card in her hand.
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“I just want you to be happy, and you were happy with Ian. He was good for you.”
Riley grinned. “Don’t sound like you’re choking on those words.”
Alex laughed. “Give me a break. I called him with information on your father, and I thought that was being generous. Now I’m singing his praises.” He shook his head. “I’m not sure how much more I can handle in one day.”
“Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“What if Ian’s gone for good?” She voiced her biggest fear. “He doesn’t let people in easily either. What if I pushed him so far he’ll never come back?”
“Then he’s the idiot I always thought he was.”
“You’re so bad,” she said, laughing through her tears.
“And you’re so good. Get the help you need. It’s important for you, whether or not Ian is in your life.”
FIFTEEN
A few days after the incident with her father, Riley left the comfort of Alex’s house and headed home to her apartment. On doctor’s orders, she’d taken the rest of the week off from work and used the time to rest and heal, and to think.
Her mother had been gone well over a decade. Riley had been out of her father’s house for ten years. All this time, she thought she had survived her past unscathed. She looked at the box of her things Ian had sent over, and her eyes filled with tears. Apparently she hadn’t emerged as unscathed as she thought.
She glanced at the clock. Melissa would be here soon, and Alex was coming to take her for dinner. Not only were they the extent of her family, they were the extent of her friends too. She’d been kidding herself thinking that the co-workers she used to have an after-work drink with were real friends. She didn’t let anyone close enough to have any friends.
She ducked her head, only now accepting that she had trust issues that just might rival Ian’s. Except he’d been making an effort to change, up until the point when he’d abandoned her at the hospital. Of course, she knew the obvious reasons for his disappearance from her life. She’d disappointed him by handling things with her father herself and not turning to him like she’d promised. She also knew his bailing on her had to do with his insecurities, just like her actions had been dictated by her own issues.
None of which mattered when she hurt so badly she wondered if she’d ever recover. Her heart was well and truly broken for the first time. She couldn’t do anything about that, but she could work on her problems and fix her life as best she could.
Heading for her purse, she pulled out the social worker’s card, hoping to make an appointment for early next week.
She needed help for herself.
And if she happened to convince Ian she not only loved him but was trying to get beyond her fears, well, her future was definitely bright. If he was finished with her regardless? She brushed at her wet cheeks. Well, she’d just have that much more to discuss in therapy.
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Sending Riley’s things back to her had nearly destroyed him. Still, he’d done what he had to do, ridding himself of all reminders, going back to the solitary way he’d lived before. Her scented items no longer sat in his bathroom surrounding his razor and toothbrush. Her clothes no longer hung in his closet. He now had an empty drawer where her sexy underwear used to be. No, she hadn’t been with him long, but she’d made her mark.
He’d made room. Let her into his life.
And he missed her.
It’d been two weeks since the episode with her father, and staying away from her at work was giving him an ulcer. He was a nasty bastard with his sisters, his brothers steered clear, and his mother liked to berate him often about letting Riley slip through his fingers. Olivia had a big mouth.
“Shit.” He never used to brood about women.
He had a breakfast date with his mother this morning, and if he could keep their conversation off Riley, he just might survive this day.
He strode into the restaurant his mother had chosen, but instead of finding her waiting at a table, he found his father.