Page 50 of In Death, Love Survives
My stomach starts to churn as I feel the acid bubbling up. He’s having a woman visit him on purpose to make me upset.
“Only one problem with it. I hope you can give me your advice, Doctor.”
I gesture for him to continue despite wanting him to stop talking altogether.
“That’s what I’m here for. Please share.”
“I never know where she stands. I suppose you could say she treats me warmly and then turns cold easily.”
“Is that so?”
I cross my arms over my chest, and it gets an upward pull from Wolfe’s lips.
“Sometimes, she won’t talk to me. Look at me, even. It’s wild.”
“Well, I imagine it’s difficult with you being incarcerated,” I snap.
Wolfe breaks out that smile I love to see.
“That’s not it.”
I cross my legs together at the ankles. It’s crystal clear that I’m closing off from him by my body language alone. This is the rudest conversation that he could have with me of all people.
“What do you think it is?”
He lounges back in his chair, like he owns this place—including this room and me in it.
“I think she’s scared.”
“Maybe she is.” He looks thoughtful.
“Yeah, I think that’s it.”
I take the bait.
“Why is she scared?”
Wolfe’s expression turns serious.
“I think she’s scared of her past and fucking terrified of a change to her future.”
My breath hitches.
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“You should ask this woman.”
He hums in response.
“Tell me, Dr. Fletcher.”
Naturally, I try to get further into his sphere. He matches my positioning.
“Yes?” I whisper.
“What do I do to get someone out of their shell who clearly wants to but is afraid?”
