Page 39 of Rock On

“You don’t get to think. That was our agreement. One group session and then we would assess everything.”

“But I?—”

“Tommy.” She sounded like my mom used to sound when I was about to be in trouble. “What did I tell you about your comfort zone?”

I clenched my fists at my side, battling disparate emotions like fury and relief and confusion.

“Fine.” I ground out the word. “But I have questions.”

“And maybe you’ll finally get some answers.” She went over to Harley and said something to her that I couldn’t hear, and Harley nodded. Then Harley left the room and Allisha came over to me.

“She’s going to the restroom. We’re meeting in my office in ten minutes. Do you need a break or do you want to walk over together?”

“Let’s go.” I grabbed my crutches and got to my feet.

My emotions were a tangled mess of feelings I wasn’t used to.

Regret.

Guilt.

Shit that I normally didn’t allow myself the luxury of wallowing in.

But this was different.

Harley had gotten pregnant the night of the threesome.

If that was true, nothing I knew was right anymore and I had to rethink every damn thing I’d been thinking for the last year.

“It’s okay to be angry,” Allisha said as we walked.

“I’m too confused to be just angry,” I said. “I’m about a thousand different emotions all wrapped up in one big, messy glob of frustration.”

“So we’re going to try to sort it all out,” she said quietly. “Trust the process.”

“Is there a process? Did you know she would be here?”

“No, but once I figured it out yesterday, I knew that fate or karma or whatever you believe in made this happen for a reason. And we shouldn’t let a chance like this slip through our fingers.”

“We?”

“We’re in this together for as long as you want me to be your therapist. And if, after the three of us talk, you no longer want me to continue in this role, I understand and will set you up with someone else. But not before we take the first steps toward clearing the air.”

We’d just settled in her office when Harley came in.

She looked incredibly pale and for the first time in a long time I really looked at her. She was skinnier than I ever remembered her being, and there was a sadness in her eyes I’d never seen before. Even the way she moved was different, with a slowness that seemed to indicate she carried the weight of the world with her.

I hadn’t noticed any of this that night at the cemetery, but I hadn’t really looked at her either, which made me feel bad.

Because I hated her, but I also still loved her.

“Are the two of you willing to talk?” Allisha asked once she’d closed her office door. “There’s no purpose in our being here if you’re not willing to open up to each other. No one gets closure without some brutal honesty.”

“And I have a lot of questions,” I said bluntly.

“I know.” Harley dipped her head.

“Are you okay with Tommy asking you whatever’s on his mind?” Allisha asked Harley.

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