Page 193 of The Elusive Billionaire
“It was hard, but Dr. Collins was patient while I got through it. Mostly we talked about Austin and how, even after hearing about everything I went through, he still didn’t believe me. It’ll take a while for that wound to heal.”
“Yeah, baby, I know.”
We’ve both been seeing Dr. Collins for about eight months, and when I’m not fighting my instinct to punch the guy, he’s given me valuable insight into how to break old habits and toxic family cycles.
He’s been an even bigger help for Savvy though. She sees him twice a week, and we do couples therapy once a month.
Since we’ve been working with him, she’s slowly gotten healthier, and her relationship with food is improving every day. He’s also been instrumental in giving me the tools I need to help, not hinder her recovery, which is all I ever really wanted anyway.
Savvy and I have become a team in every aspect of our lives, and because of that, we’re thriving.
“Hey, I have news,” I say.
She lifts her head to peer up at me. “Good news?”
“Yeah. It’s good.”
“Can it wait for like, ten minutes?” Her smile takes my breath away.
“It can…but why?”
Taking my hand, she drags me down the steps toward her car, the limp on her left side barely noticeable after months of rehab. “I want to show you something.”
Her car beeps twice, and then she’s jumping into the driver’s seat while I fold myself uncomfortably into her passenger seat. No matter how much I push, she will not give up her ten-year-old Camry.
“Where are we going?” I ask when she heads out of town.
“Envy’s Edge.”
I peer at her thin yoga pants. “It’s a little cold to be up there, isn’t it?”
“No, Patch. It’s not.” Her words can still sound like an eye roll that makes me want to slap her ass until it’s red.
Ten minutes later, we pull into the empty lot that overlooks southeastern Georgia. It truly is beautiful up here.
“What the hell is that?” I ask, finally noticing the small picnic set up to the side of her car.
“Now, don’t get all bent out of shape. Braxton and Quinn rearranged your afternoon for me.”
Rubbing my jaw, I narrow my eyes. “Did they now? So when you said you thought I had meetings…”
“I was stalling. I knew you’d show up at Dr. Collins’ office today.” She smirks, and I return it. She knows me better than I know myself. “Come on,” she says, opening her door. “I want to hear your news first.”
She beats me to the table, which frustrates me, and she knows it. I would have liked to help her sit, but when she wringsher hands together, I see her nerves, so I fall onto my side of the bench without complaining.
“Spill,” she says, leaning over the table excitedly.
“Well, the Heartmark Podcast Awards were announced this morning.”
Savvy frowns. I thought she’d be more excited about this.
“You, Madi, and Clover were all nominated in each of your categories, as were four other Sunshine Studio podcasts.”
Finally, a smile breaks free. “They were? Oh my God. Clover and Madi will be so excited.”
“And what about you, my dear wife? It’s okay to celebrate your accomplishments too you know?”
She waves me away. “I know, but it’s more fun to celebrate theirs.”
