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Logic be damned!I’m following the path of illogic and keeping myself safe.
I jump to my feet and pace the length of Heather’s office. The muted blue hues on the walls are meant to calm, but it isn’t working for me. My irrational side is screaming at me to say nothing to Heather.
She can’t be trusted.Even if she’s innocent in this, somehow, our sessions arenotprivate. I don’t know how I know this, but I feel it, feel it deep in my core.
But how is the information being leaked to Lorenzo?
The hacker.
Yes, the hacker has accessed Heather’s files electronically. I need to talk to Chase when I leave here, express my worries to him, knowing he’ll take my concern seriously and look into it.
Heather watches me as I wear a hole in the carpet. “Jo, are you okay? You look stressed? Have you been taking your anti-anxiety medication?”
“Yes,” I clip. She knows taking medication is a touchy subject for me. I understand I need to take it to help me from feeling overwhelmed like I am right now, but I hate having to take any medication which alters my chemical balance.
I eye Heather suspiciously, trying my best to mask my emotions. Heather watches me with furrowed brows.
Why is she studying me like that? Does she think there’s something wrong with me? Hell, maybe there is something wrong with me.
No.I’m not delusional. I feel my suspicions of Lorenzo are merited.
Not bothering to hide my fidgeting, I sit back down across from her and give her a small truth. “I left the build site for this appointment as the bulk of my furniture deliveries were arriving. I know Jared will be fine instructing our team and the MC members where everything goes, but I want to be there and manage my own projects.”
Heather nods, mistaking my behavior the way I intend. “You like to be in control. And you’ve had little of it lately.”
No shit!And I want to take the wheel back.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to discuss?”
“I guess I’m not in a talkative mood today. There’s too much going on in my head, and I need to sort through it before I can effectively communicate it.”
She smiles and throws me a bone. “Understandable. Do you want to cut out early and get back to work? We can pick up again on Monday after the weekend at our usual time?”
There’s no way I’m coming back here for any more sessions, but I don’t tell her that—I don’t want to give off alarm bells.
I nod, as if I agree with her, and walk out of Heather’s office, doing my best not to run.
* * *
“Wow. That was quick. Everything okay?” Punk asks. He throws the hotrod magazine he was reading on the table in reception.
Desperate to get the hell out of here, I grab his hand and yank him outside to my car. Thankfully, Punk doesn’t question my sudden need for escape.
Wordlessly, I cruise out of the parking lot. We make it a couple of miles before Punk looks over at me. “Sis, everything okay?”
I’m trembling and trying hard to keep myself together because this shit with Lorenzo is really starting to freak me the fuck out.
Punk puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, pull over.”
I pull off the highway and shut off the car.
“What’s going on? Did your counselor ask you to talk about something you didn’t want to talk about?”
Close. I take a deep breath and ramble through my illogical theories. I half expect Punk to make some joke about me having a screw loose, but he does nothing of the sort.
“Are you okay to drive?” he asks, his brows furrowed.
“I—I think so.” I lick my lips nervously. “Do you believe I’m acting foolishly?”
