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Mia: I haven’t.

Aunt Linda: I think you’re a good choice.

Mia: We’ll see. Only time will tell, right?

Aunt Linda: Try to get some rest. Have a feeling shit’s going to hit the fan sooner rather than later.

Mia: It is what it is.

Aunt Linda: Atta girl.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

MIA

“We’ve been herefor a week, Demitri. I can’t stay here any longer,” I tell the man who has done everything in his power to keep me sane this week.

“It’s one more night.”

“Promise?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Promise.”

“I’m sorry. I know I’m being bitchy.”

“No, you’re not. You don’t owe me an apology, either. This is not normal. None of it is.”

“Are they still watching your house?”

“They are.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. I know I haven’t been home, but at some point, they are going to track me down.”

“And if you’re at my house, it puts me in danger,” I finish his unspoken words.

“I can’t do that,Krasotka.”

“You’re going to leave me again, aren’t you?”

“Only as the very last resort.”

He pulls me into his arms, planting a kiss on my lips that leaves me breathless and momentarily stunned. Long enough that he can escape to the garage below.

I watch him retreat and know I’m being irrational. Am I being overly whiny today? Yes. Am I losing my mind from not being able to leave this apartment for a week? Also, yes. Am I due for a breakdown? Fuck yes. I had a phone call with Dr. Malcome because everyone agreed it would be bad for me not to stay in the apartment. It wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel private enough to really talk. She did put me in touch with Dr. Thorpe in Briar Mountain. She’s a busy lady, but she was finally able to get her to nail down some availability for me. She thought I should still go see her, even though I’ve found my missing orgasm.

Oh, and orgasms? Let’s just say that Demitri is very, very sorry I’m cooped up in this place and has decided naked games are a wonderful distraction. I’m not going to disagree with him on that one. It is, in fact, a very nice way to pass the time. Unfortunately, there’s only so many surfaces one can get freaky on in this place, and we obviously need more space.

I never thought I’d be adventurous when it came to sex, but here we are.

Demitri has been going down into the office for a little while every day because even he realizes that we can’t both stay naked twenty-four hours a day and might need some separation from each other. I’ve been able to pull up the bar information on his laptop and get some work done, but it’s not the same. I need the wood grain of the bar under my fingertips. I need the interaction with the people who come to my place to get away from the real world for a little while. To play pool with their friends, to find someone to keep them company for the night. To talk to the bartender about what troubles their souls. I need Brodie complaining about the fryer going on the fritz again. My girlssitting in their corner talking about their wants and needs and how their day was.

After Brett took so much from me, I tried to be alone. I thought it would be better for everyone if I stayed away, kept to myself, stayed silent. I learned quickly that I am not that person. I feed off other people’s energy.

Which is why I’m sitting in the dark at the top of the stairs, listening to the guys in the garage below talking shit to each other. Demitri included. It’s still so odd to me that they know him as John. I will always struggle to reconcile that man with my Demitri.

“So you gonna tell us about the girl you got hidden upstairs?” one of the guys asks.

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