I got away with it. I killed a man, he’s lying under the floorboards in my home, and nobody knows it but me. Well, Patricia likely knows I killed him but she doesn’t know where the body is.
Patricia. So far, she hasn’t been a problem. But it worries me that she knows what I’ve done. That we share this secret. Could she use it against me someday? I do not know. The secret I know about her is just as bad, possibly worse. I can’t obsess over it, anyway. Right now, I’ve got to catch up on the patients I wasn’t able to see during my book tour, and I’ve still got plenty of signings and television appearances on the books over the next several weeks.
When I get into the clinic, Gloria is sitting at the front desk, humming to herself like she often does. When she sees me, her entire face lights up. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Dr. Hale.”
“Oh?” It’s probably food. Patients love to bring sweets for me. I rarely eat them. Mostly, it’s homemade items or cheap chocolates. I don’t care how many comments Gloria makes about me needing to put meat on my bones—I’m not eating homemade goods prepared by psychiatric patients.
“It’s in the documentation office,” she says. And she winks at me. “You should go there right now.”
I follow Gloria’s cryptic instructions and head to the documentation room. I’m guessing it’s donuts. Patients love to bring in donuts. I skipped breakfast this morning, so I suppose I wouldn’t mind a munchkin or two. Just this one time, I’ll live dangerously.
But when I get to the room, I discover what Gloria was excited about. It’s not donuts.
It’s Luke.
I stare at him for a moment, my heart pounding. I haven’t seen him in nearly five months, since that day he stormed out of my house after I asked him to… Well, we all know what I asked him to do. I had forgotten quite how handsome he is. He’s clean-shaven, his dark brown hair newly clipped, wearing a freshly ironed dress shirt and a brown tie. And he’s wearing that aftershave again. The same brand he was wearing the first night we were together.
Luke looks up from his computer at the sound of my footsteps in the entranceway to the room. He sucks in a breath when he sees me. “Adrienne…”
“Oh.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I… I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Just had to do a software update.” He coughs into his hand. “You usually come on Tuesdays. So I figured Thursday you wouldn’t be here…”
“I’m working an extra day.” I hate how formal we sound when we’re talking to each other. Like we’re strangers. Like we didn’t almost move in together. Like he wasn’t the first man I had ever fallen in love with. “I’m playing catch up after my book tour.”
“Right.” He bobs his head. “I saw your book came out. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. You didn’t… Did you read it?”
He hesitates for a beat. “Yes. I did. It was really good. Better than your last book even.”
“You think so?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
“Well.” I plaster a smile on my lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We both stare at each other for a moment, the air between us heavy with everything that happened the last time we saw each other. When he stormed out of my house.
Finally, he blurts out, “I miss you.”
A lump rises in my throat. “You do?”
“I really do.” He stands up and leans against the desk. “A lot. You have no idea…”
I attempt to swallow the lump. “I took care of that… situation. I paid him off.”
A lie, of course. I wonder if Luke knows it. Maybe he’s decided not to care.
“I shouldn’t have run out on you like that.” He adjusts his glasses on his nose. “I know you didn’t really mean that we should… I mean, I should’ve helped you figure out the situation. I just got freaked out. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you.” I clear my throat. “And… I miss you too. A lot.”
His shoulders sag. “I’m so glad to hear that. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you the last few months. I tried—believe me, I tried. But it’s no use. I can’t even sleep at night because I keep tossing and turning, thinking about how I blew it with the best woman I ever met.”
I arch an eyebrow. “I could call in a prescription for some Ambien.”