Page 41 of In Death, Love Survives
I give her a tilt of my head to indicate I know she needs to pretend like it’s not the truth. That the conversation between us isn’t flowing as naturally as it does each time we meet.
“If something feels good but is inherently wrong, then it can’t possibly be right.”
“Right and wrong. It’s all just semantics at the end of the day.”
“Semantics? Why do you say that?”
“Let’s keep using this case. It’s only wrong because your procedure is to record every conversation to help you study and help your patients.”
She smiles slightly with amusement.
“Not exactly, but keep going.”
“I’m not going to be in here long, Nova girl. Soon enough, I’ll just be another person out in the real world. Out and about, where you are too. Why waste our time together like that?”
Her breath hitches as she gazes at me. The way her blouse strains against her breasts as she tries to steady her breathing is utterly distracting.
I find Nova beyond attractive, but it’s not just about that. I know there’s potential for more between us.
No longer labored, she sets the notepad on the table and leans forward.
“Our time together is meant to be about me helping you. Nothing to do with me.”
I laugh darkly.
“That’s where you’re wrong, dollface. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew what was happening. There is no longer a me without you.”
Nova’s eyes widen, and her mouth parts in astonishment. A perfect pair of lips that I want to devour.
I watch on as she debates what to say back. A few moments of silence go by. The tension is thick, and I know she’s weighing her options.
“You can’t say things like that, Wolfe. You justcan’t.”
“I can and I will. There may be a lot of colorful words to describe me, some even warranted. None of those mean anything when it comes to you. I’ll make you this promise.”
Her eyes stay on mine as she listens.
“I will never lie to you, Nova.”
She shuts her eyes for a second before focusing back on me.
“Wolfe…”
I’m not going to have her continue lying to herself, not where I’m concerned.
“Tell me. Why are you so closed off?”
“You’re my patient.”
“Let’s move past that.”
“No.”
“Can you do me a favor, angel?” Her eyes dilate from the term of endearment.
“What’s that?” she whispers.
“Do me the same courtesy. Please don’t lie.”
