Page 19 of Dreamscape Therapies

The blond Fae looks personally betrayed. “We've been arguing about this for two weeks.”

The other Fae points at me. “And this guy changes your mind in thirty seconds?”

Jay shrugs. “He has good taste.”

I duck my head and grin.

The Fae exchange a look, and then the blond one sighs. “Fine. Yellow.”

Jay pours the tea into two mugs and hands one to me. My hands shake slightly as I take it, and his eyes immediately drop to my fingers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He watches me for another second before apparently deciding to believe me.

We head back toward the office, and the moment I step inside, the warmth settles over me again. The fire crackles. The rain machine whispers. Everything is soft and safe. My muscles loosen into jelly.

Jay settles into his chair with his tea while I curl into the corner of the couch like a housecat.

“You're really painting your kitchen yellow?”

“Yep.” He pops the P.

I stare at him over the rim of my mug. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“You don't even know me. Why would you repaint your kitchen because some sleep-deprived stranger insulted your design choices?”

Jay leans back and studies me seriously. His dark eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes me very aware of how alone we are.

I take a huge sip of tea to give myself something else to focus on.

It tastes warm and floral and expensive.

“I have a good feeling about you,” he says.

I nearly choke on the warm liquid. “What?”

His expression remains completely sincere. “I have a good feeling about you.”

There's something about the way he says it that catches me off guard. Almost like he isn't talking about a client.

Before I can figure out what to do with that, he drains the rest of his tea and sets the empty cup on the side table.

“That was a very special blend.”

“Why?” My stomach drops.

He smiles. “It'll make you extremely tired.”

My eyelids suddenly feel heavier. “Wait.”

Jay leans forward. “Don't fight it. It helps you fall into a deeper sleep faster, so we can jump directly into the session.”

I stare at him. “You drugged me?” My voice comes out several octaves higher than intended.