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“Trust me, Leo, I could stay here and stare at you all day.” Jesus. “But I think I’d like to return to my room to write that letter.”

Her response surprises me. I wasn’t expecting her to want to write it so soon. Nodding, I take a couple of loose pieces of paper and hand them to her. “I don’t expect you to show me the letter. It is personal.”

“And the journal? Do you plan to read that?” She stands, the journal and paper tucked at her side.

“Again, what you write in your journal is private. For your eyes only.”

“Okay." She says before asking. “Do I need you to walk me to the door?”

“Let's use this as a trial of you escorting yourself from my office. If you leave the hall without peeking or going into another doctor's office, you can start walking yourself here.”

Veronica smirks and says two words seductively that shoot straight down to my dick before she leaves my office. “Yes, sir.”

CHAPTER 12

Leo

That session went better than expected.

I didn’t think she would agree with writing a letter to her sister since talking about Stephanie is a touchy subject. I am beyond proud that she agreed to this.

I’m hoping that she doesn’t decide to toss it in the trash once it’s written. If she mails it out, it could be the closure her sister, and maybe Veronica, needs.

Instead of returning to my room after wrapping up work in my office, I took myself outside for some fresh air. As soon as my foot passed the threshold of the main door, ringing blared from my pocket.

Looking at the name, I groan with annoyance. Myles seriously has the worst timing. Yes, he is my best friend, and I love talking to him, but I want to relax.

To sit by the water and clear my head. Ever since Scarlet mentioned that was what she did after a long day, I’ve been itching to sit by the lake.

Did it have anything to do with the fact Scarlet might be out here? Possibly.

Ignoring his calls is an option, but then again, that means I will have to ignore all the other ten times he calls me, not to mention the thousands of text messages he will end up sending me.

“Perfect timing, as always.” I greet him as the phone presses against my ear. I attempt to keep my tone light. To hide the agitation behind the fake joking.

“Shit, are you in the middle of a session with your hot patient?” he questions, making Veronica's face pop into my head.

“I never said she was hot.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, along with an image of her.

“You said she was pretty, which could be a better way to compliment a woman than saying she is hot." He points out. “What about the nurse? Have you talked to her more?”

Kicking a small rock out of my path, I say, “We talked briefly in the hallway the other day.”

“Oh, my God.” Myles exaggerates his words. “Why does that sound so damn professional?” He sighs before he mimics me, “I talked to her briefly about wanting to stick my dick inside of her. She agreed, and then we shook on the business deal.”

“Dude, I said nothing like that to her.” I chuckle at his obscene imagination.

“Why the hell not? You think she’s attractive. She clearly thinks you are attractive. What’s stopping you?”

“Maybe the fact that we work together and I don’t want to make things weird?”

“Awe, fuck that, man!” Myles grunts. “I’ve slept with some of my coworkers. Things weren’t weird after.”

“Well, that’s you.” I round the corner of the building, the massive lake coming into my vision.

“Doesn’t she work at a different level or something than you?”

“Ward.” I correct him.