“I was there, so it was for the best.”
“I don’t think you killed the victim.”
“No, but baby, I know who did.”
“Was he bad?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah, doll. Just as bad as I am.”
“You’re dangerous,” I whisper.
It’s a confession of the truth that we both know is real. He may not have killed the person, but he was the one leading the charge behind whatever led to that point in time.
“And you’re addicting,” he whispers back.
The danger oozing off Wolfe is intoxicating… almost unbearable to be around. As it swirls around the room, all I can do is revel in the smoky, leather scent that makes up Wolfe Walker as he admits his truths.
“Caleb is my number two. You can trust him. If you need anything.”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time, Wolfe. I don’t need any help.”
“Now who’s the liar?”
I hadn’t realized it was happening, but our faces had been inching forward, closely across from one another.
“Wolfe. I can be here for you. As your doctor. That’s it. You know that, right?”
I feel crazed by being in his presence.
The words taste like venom slipping off my tongue, even though I don’t want to keep up the ruse between us. I can’t let this slip into even more inappropriate territory than it already has been inching toward.
“I know that I’ve never wanted to open up before like I do with you. Can’t we start from there?”
“As your doctor.”
“Whatever you say, dollface.”
“Doctor. Not dollface.”
“Doctor Dollface,” he rasps.
I smile as I pull back out of the lavender haze I was just under.
“I’ll take it.”
He sits back, folds his hands in his lap, and grins at me. Wolfe knows he just won a small victory. I’m his prey for the taking, and only I can prevent myself from falling under his spell.
The door alarm sounds, and Officer Johnson comes into the room.
“Time’s up,” he says.
“Officer Johnson?”
He looks at me, unhappy to have to deal with my questions.
“Yeah, Dr. Fletcher?”
“Officer Johnson, only I, the doctor, can say when a session is done. Please step out, and I will ring the buzzer when it’s time.”