Page 13 of Follow Me
“My ‘issue’ is that I’m afraid my wife’s going to die!”
“Maybe that’s true,” Niall said, “but we’ll make room in our schedule for ye should ye wish to talk. I know Doug can easily fit ye in.”
Kel honestly didn’t know what to say and didn’t even care Niall could hear him crying now.
“Kel,” Niall finally said, “pleasetrust us. Let ustry. At least with the three of us, she knows she won’t face any judgment about the lifestyle. In fact, we can bring insights to the table, hold her accountable in different ways her team in Tampa wasn’t capable of. She knows she doesn’t need to hold back with us.”
“I guess I don’t have any choice, do I?” Kel bitterly laughed. “She uncollared herself at the appointment today. Handed me her bracelet and asked me to hold on to it. She’s so fucking thin it slid right off her goddamned hand.”
It sounded like Niall blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, Kel. I really am. I’m gonna give ye a hard piece of advice—if ye love her, ye need to let go an’ let her do what she feels she needs to do. She knows the risks. She loves ye.”
“Thenwhywon’t she let me help her? Why is she fighting me on this?”
“Because ye’re too close to her pain. It’s time to step back an’ let yer girl show you how strong she truly is. Ferbothyer sakes.”
