Page 92 of In Death, Love Survives
“Then why won’t you just give me a shot?”
“Because you don’t make me feel…”
“Smitten?”
How can I possibly convince him that I’m not right for him either? Home. Home feels like the one enveloping you with a hug.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Chosen.”
“But I am choosing you.”
“But I’m not yours to choose.”
Ryan looks at me like I’ve just betrayed him. As if all the other guessing about what was going on between Wolfe and me was just him assuming and acting out of jealousy.
I stand up and gesture to my door.
“Please leave.”
“You’re making a mistake,” he pleads.
“No, I’m really not.”
Ryan looks at me like it’s the last time he’ll speak to me. He pulls at his coat and puts on his perfect mask again.
“Dr. Fletcher,” he says as he leaves the office.
Jessica’s head pops forward, and she looks stunned.
She scurries into my office and shuts the door.
“Nova… Did I just hear what I think I heard?”
“I’m assuming so.” I sigh as I sit back down. Jessica sits down in front of me, still shocked.
“Dr. Owens is hot, but like, wow. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.”
“He has a hard time hearing no.”
“You could say that.”
Jessica looks out the window and back to me.
“Why did you turn him down?”
“He’s just not it for me.”
“I get that. You have to feel the fire,” she teases.
I laugh as she waggles her eyebrows.
“Yeah, maybe I want the fire.”
“Good. Don’t settle.”
Jessica gets up and heads out the door.
