AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I mean, I was working on it,” I grumble. Establishing some boundaries between me and my mother was a major thing that my therapist, Chester, and I were wading through before he ditched me.
Technically, he had a valid reason for breaking off our patient-therapist relationship.
He moved to Canada and said we had to stop our Zoom sessions because he was no longer in my provider network.
Still, it hurt.
And the fact that I feel abandoned by my therapist is probably fodder for my next therapist when I get around to hiring one.
Which I haven’t yet.
A fresh-faced woman behind the front desk offers me a smile.
“I should go,” I tell Alexis. “I have to check in.”
“Okay. Enjoy. Tell Matt I say hello.”
As I hang up, I can’t help but take a quick peek at my inbox. Devina’s sent a new email reminding me to get back to her ASAP.
I want to remind her that I am currently on the vacation I earned for being a star employee, but I stuff that desire down. Instead, I type up a quick message:
“Thanks so much for the reminder, Devina. I’m happy to handle the issue on my own; no need to involve Mr. Morgan, I am sure he’s eager to enjoy his time off.”
I copy Jack on the message, so he’ll know he’s off the hook.
Once I hit send, I lift my eyes.
I’m trying to peek at the desk again to see if the friendly agent is still available. But instead, my eyes collide with a set of green irises… attached to a gorgeous body.
I mean, drop-dead-gorgeous. I’m looking at a tall, athletic, sandy-haired hunk of a man.
He’s in his thirties, speaking to another guy who resembles him. Maybe his brother? As our eyes connect, his words drop off.
We just stare at each other.
One second passes.
Two.
And this isn’t stopping.
I should look away, but I can’t. It feels impossible to look away because, honestly, his inquisitive gaze makes me feel connected to him. Like we’re two singles mingling at a bar, about to make our way to one another and trade cheesy pickup lines.
He’s looking at me like he’s interested in me.
And I’m looking right back. Another second ticks past. This isn’t a rushed one-two-three count, either. These are real seconds, ‘Mississippies’ tucked in between the numbers and all.
His mouth hitches up ever so slightly at one corner. He nods at me, the gesture attached to his subtle smile.
What’s he doing?
Greeting me, apparently, even though we don’t know each other.
Does he know I just drooled over his tall frame and formed a mental picture of what he’ll look like swimming in the pool?
Good heavens, I hope he doesn’t suspect my inner musings.
I also hope I’ll see him in the pool.
