Page 131 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“I hesitate to bring this up, but…”

Just as he thought.

“You’ve done a complete one-eighty since I first met you. Are the appointments with the therapist helping you?”

His brow wrinkled. “The therapist?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, the one you were forced to see. That one. Remember?”

How could he forget the one he kept cancelling his appointment with? Though, she didn’t need to know that.

He also hoped that Jamison and Crew wouldn’t find out that Nox had been skipping out on part of his “ultimatum.” The only thing they should worry about was that he was getting better. He was achieving that without going to a therapist every week. “No, he’s not helping at all.”

“Then what is?”

“You want the truth?”

“Of course I want the truth.” She burned a hole into the side of his face with her stare.

He twisted to face her. “It’s you.”

She frowned. “What’s me?”

“You have been helping me, not my therapist.”

“You mean the grief group.”

He shook his head. “No, I meanyou.”

“What have I done? I know it can’t be my bomb-ass pussy.”

His jaw dropped slightly before he gathered himself. “Then you don’t give yourself enough credit.” Though, it had been too long since he got a little of that bomb-ass pussy therapy.

“Wow. I guess I’m changing lives one cock at a time.”

Since they were goofing around… “Have you ever had more than one at a time?”

“Have you?”

He chuckled. “I don’t swing that way.”

“Neither do I. One dick is more than enough to deal with.”

“Am I a dick?”

“No, but you have a very nice one.”

His head jerked back. “Hold up. Do women rate dicks?”

“Of course.”

Why was he only hearing about this now? At forty. “On what scale. One to ten?” If true, he could’ve used this information when he was younger and on the prowl.

“Yep.”

“And where does mine fall?”

She dropped her eyes to his crotch and pressed a long nail to her lips as she pretended to think really hard. “Mmm. I’d rate yours at a 9.435.”

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