Compulsive by Lia Fairchild
“You don’t drink?” I asked when the server left.
“I do…but not with patients.”
The slap of reality was almost as painful as the one Harvey had delivered. When I didn’t answer, he said, “You’re still my patient, aren’t you?”
I turned to face him, knowing my left cheek would be exposed. “If you’ll have me,” I said, holding back tears of shame.
“My God, Gray. What happened to you?”
A tentative reach of his hand toward my face made my breath catch. He stalled before touching two gentle fingers to my chin. “Are you all right? Is there more?”
I shook my head. “I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.” My heart beat a little faster when I read the concern in his eyes.
“Our deal stands whether we’re in my office or not.” Daniel struggled to remain composed. “Who did this to you?” he commanded.
Our deal for honesty wouldn’t be a problem tonight. “I did.”
“Gray.” He looked away as if he was planning his escape.
“That’s the truth, Daniel. I’m responsible. I’m responsible for every bad thing that’s ever happened to me.”
His eyes returned to mine, determined. “No one has the right to lay a hand on you. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, wide-eyed like an obedient child.
“One day…you’re going to rise above your circumstances. You’re going to be a survivor instead of a victim. Your strengths will become assets instead of your downfall. Are you hearing me, Gray?”
His words riveted me like a savior at a sermon. He knew everything about me, though he knew nothing at all. A strong hand engulfed my forearm as if I was sinking in quicksand, and he was my lifeline, a way to claw and climb my way out. “Every word,” I whispered.
So many different covers. This one is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI like the cover and enjoyed the excerpt. Sounds like a romance must read.
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