Page 128 of Her Wicked Plan

“We can’t… if you accidentally... if I get you pregnant,” He is in full freak-out mode.

“Leo.” I attempt to pull him out of his mind, but he keeps stammering on and on. Rolling my eyes, I raise my voice. “Leo!”

His mouth shuts, eyes falling on where I am sitting. “Sorry, I’m sort of losing it over here.”

“I see that.” I shake my head with a laugh. “You don’t have to worry about it, though. I can’t get pregnant.”

A crease forms between his brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t get pregnant. It is physically and medically impossible for me to.”

It’s the truth. At one of my annual checkups, the doctor saw something that concerned them. They ran tests and concluded that I could never carry and birth a child of my own. My mother was more heartbroken than I was. I never even wanted kids, anyway.

“That’s...”

“Don’t you dare say sad.” I point my finger at him. “I don’t want your sympathy. It’s not like I wanted kids.”

He finally moves from his spot, taking his seat. “You don’t?”

“Hell no!” I laugh again. “Could you imagine me as a mom?”

“Maybe.”

I shake my head. “No kids for me, so you don’t have to worry about accidentally getting me pregnant. Now that it’s settled, we can go back to having sex. Is that the only reason you wanted me to come by your office? To discuss this?”

“No. I figured we were due for a real session.” He pulls out a notepad. “It’s been a while.”

I roll my eyes, not wanting to talk about my feelings and my past. I’ve had enough sad stories from Eliza to last me the rest of the week. “If we must.”

“Did you ever finish that letter for your sister?”

That felt like so long ago he asked me to do that. “No. I couldn’t find the right words to say, so I didn’t write anything.”

He jots something down. “That’s fine. You gave it thought, and that’s what matters. Maybe in a couple of months, you’ll change your mind.”

“Not likely.” I sink into the chair. “If she wanted to hear from me, she would have reached out. She would come to see me.”

He lifts his eyes. “Would you want her to visit you?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It would be nice to see her, but then again, I don’t want to see that disappointment in her eyes. It would haunt me.”

“Or it could help.”

“Help what? Heal me?” I scoff and roll my eyes. “Seeing my sister isn’t going to magically turn things around and make her realize what I did wasn’t wrong.”

He cracks his neck, relieving tension. “I’m not saying it would. What I’m saying is that maybe if the two of you can somehow talk everything over, then you could have that relationship you once had.”

I chew on my bottom lip, my eyes dropping to my lap. “We wouldn’t be able to get back to that,” I say.

“You wouldn’t know unless you tried.” Why is he pushing this?

“I’ll think about it,” I lie to give him some peace of mind. “Next order of business.”

He purses his lips, nodding. “How have you been feeling since getting out of solitary?”

It turns out I won’t like anything he wants to talk about today. “Better. I'm more like myself, but I guess I have you to thank for that.”

There was flirtation in my voice, and he caught on when I was talking about what happened in the janitor's closet. “We aren’t going to talk about that today, Veronica.”