Page 25 of Fierce-Zander

“Interesting,” she said, grinning.

“You’re pacifying me,” Miles said, batting his eyes.

“Someone really smart must have given you that advice,” she said.

“Who could that be?” Miles asked, pouting and putting one hand on his hip.

“This great doctor I’ve heard of,” she said.

“One that counsels couples but isn’t part of one herself,” Miles said.

She snorted. “I have to be available to give all this wonderful advice out.”

Miles laughed. “How is it possible you are so good at helping others and sometimes can’t seem to help yourself?”

She wouldn’t take exception to that question.

“It’s not through lack of trying,” she said.

“Are you looking for someone to spend time with?” Miles asked.

His eyes moved to the wall that separated hers and Zander’s. Maybe she’d been thinking of that a bit more now that she knew there were times he might be sitting in there just like her.

“Aren’t we always open to the possibility?”

“I know I am,” Miles said. “But I don’t always need a relationship. Sometimes I just want to get laid.”

There might have been times in her life she wouldn’t mind some kind of action like that, but she’d never do it.

It wasn’t her. She’d always been the good girl.

Maybe to a fault and that would be another reason she was single.

“We each have to find what we are looking for and then make peace with those decisions.”

“Come on, Regan,” Miles said. “Make peace. That is kind of dramatic. Don’t you ever just want to let loose and be someone else?”

Sometimes she did, but she wouldn’t admit that.

“I have a reputation and a career to uphold,” she said. “I won’t be a hypocrite.”

“Wanting to get laid isn’t being a hypocrite,” Miles said. “It says you’re human and want to feel another’s touch. That’s normal. You’re not someone who beats herself up over sex, are you?”

She grinned. “Of course not,” she said. “Maybe I’m too hard on myself.”

“Maybe?” Miles said.

“I am,” she admitted. It was not the first Miles or anyone else had said that to her. “So is Kellen.”

“I know. Because you felt so blindsided by your parents. But that was out of your control. You were kids. You went one path,Kellen another, but look, seems like you landed in the same place.”

“What place is that?” she asked.

“Both single and alone and going home to eat some microwave dinner and watch a silly sitcom to give you some laughs.”

It was sad that her life was just summed up that quickly by her employee. Accurately too.

“I’ll have you know I’m not watching a sitcom tonight,” she said. “And I’ll make a salad.”

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