Page 17 of Wild For You

This is going to come back to bite me for the rest of my stay.

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An hour later, I’m still sitting on the sofa, wondering why I’m even putting up with Cash Boyd rather than packing my bags and leaving.

My patients get angry with me.

They yell. They sometimes cry. But no one stands me up. Ever. Because, inside they all want to get better.

But you can’t shove your help down someone’s throat if they don’t want it. That’s a fact. Cash Boyd seems to fall into the kind of category I haven’t met yet: the kind who can’t wait to get rid of me.

The kind who prefers to wallow and drown in self pity.

Pulling out my phone, I type up a quick text message to my sister to tell her that I’m fine. Taking a mental step back is a way to stop myself from packing up my therapy gear. I want to leave so badly, I almost dial the airport to inquire about the next flight back home.

But something holds me back.

I’m not wanted here; I get that. Trent warned me. I expected it, but somehow, I hadn’t realized how difficult his son could really be.

And so damn hot!

It’s not just his unwillingness to work with me. It’s also his damn remarks and the fact that I’m actually enjoying the way his eyes seem to drink in my body. I’m used to getting lewd remarks every now and then, but they never affected me in any way.

Until now.

“That’s ridiculous,” I mumble to myself. “He’s just a guy.”

A hot one, I’ll admit, but a man, nonetheless.

By taking on this job, Cash Boyd has become my responsibility, not least because I made a promise to his father. And strangely, for some reason, unknown to me, I want to help him, which is why I’ll have to get a grip on this ridiculous attraction I feel toward him.

“Mr. Boyd!” I yell even though I know better than to expect an answer. My voice reverberates off the walls and—

Nothing.

“Mr. Boyd,” I yell again, this time louder. My voice echoes back at me, cementing the fact that I’m alone.

Still no answer.

Annoyed as hell, I head outside. He’s no longer on the porch. No sight of him whatsoever. It’s a huge house, so it comes as no surprise that I didn’t hear him go back inside.

Sighing, I decide to go for a walk to cool my head off.

No point of running after Cash Boyd if he’s in the mood to run from me.

Maybe he’ll give this a chance later when he’s come to his senses.

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