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Rebecca shoots me an apologetic look. “He’s right, you know?”
Great, now they were ganging up on me.
“You both are exaggerating; it’s notthatbad. It’s really going to be fine. It’s better than the alternative.”
An uncomfortable silence settles over us for a moment. Rebecca purses her lips as she thinks, but I know nothing will come of it. I’ve exhausted all the options there were.
“I really?—”
“What if there was another place for you to stay?” Rebecca says quickly, stopping me before I can finish.
My brows pull together as I shake my head. “I’ve talked to Michael, and there currently isn’t anything else on the market that’s available.”
“It’s not on the market.”
Rebecca glances at her brother, a silent conversation passing between them. While a smile spreads over her lips, Chase’s is the complete opposite. He closes off, his shoulders squaring. Whatever she’s about to say, he doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
“Rebecca…”
There is a warning note in his voice, but she ignores it as she turns to me. “There is a little cottage here on the property that’s sitting empty. Y’all should move in.”
CHAPTER SIX
CHASE
“What’s with that scowl?”
I narrow my eyes at Dr. Quinn, who’s watching me from his chair, not in the least bit bothered by my dark mood. “I’m not scowling.”
He has the audacity to chuckle. “It damn sure looks like scowling from where I’m sitting.”
There is no bullshitting the old man, that’s for damn sure.
Dr. Quinn used to be a Marine back in the day. He enrolled so he could pay for his med school, only to get injured during his third deployment. Now he is working as a psychiatrist, specializing in PTSD, and helping vets adjust to life after the military. He was recommended to me as the best one in the state after I was discharged from the hospital, and we’ve been seeing each other every once in a while since then.
“Are we here to talk about my scowling?” I grind out through clenched teeth. “I didn’t realize you’ve changed professions, Quinn.”
“Would sure be more profitable if I did. And I wouldn’t need to be dealing with grumpy assholes like you, but here we are.” His dark eyes take me in. “How are you doing?”
I let out a grunt in response as I make my way to the window. Today, I am too keyed up to just sit down and talk about my feelings.
The hurt reflected in those blue eyes flashes in my mind, making my fingers curl into a fist.
I don’t know why I can’t erase her image from my mind. It’s been stuck in my head ever since I turned my back on her and walked away.
Maybe because you’re acting like an asshole?
I grind my molars together at the annoying voice at the back of my head.
“Have the nightmares been back?”
Dr. Quinn’s question snaps me out of my thoughts. I press my lips together. “That would imply they went away.”
But there is no avoiding the demons of my past.
Just then, my phone buzzes in my pocket, mocking me.
Or my present, for that matter.
