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At the idea of people seeing us, I frowned. “How can we possibly be seen in public considering you're engaged?”

“Edoardo knows I won’t be giving up my dating life until after the ceremony.”

“And what if someone who knows my brothers sees us?”

With a devious grin, Rafe said, “Maybe you should wear a wig.”

“I could do that. I always wanted to see if blondes have more fun.”

“So you’ll come to New York?”

Although my head shouted at me to say no, my heart won out. “Yes, I will.”

Chapter Eighteen: Maeve

As I sat in Dr. Leighton’s bright and airy waiting room, I texted furiously with Rafe. We were ironing out the details for his birthday weekend. Normal young women didn’t have to involve themselves in subterfuge just to sneak away for alone time with their boyfriends.

It went without saying since I had a two man bodyguard outfit, I was not like other women.

Of course, most normal women weren’t also dating men with their own jets and brothers who were technology geniuses. Thankfully for me, Rafe was one of those men. Gianni was able to hack my bodyguards’ numbers so that Nolan would think Ciarán was in charge of me for the day and vice versa. Hewould also have their texts coming to his server so he could ward off any mishaps. To thank him for his work, I was bringing homemade mince pies.

The door opened to Dr. Leighton’s office, and she greeted me with a smile. “Maeve, come on in.”

After telling Rafe I was going in for therapy, I slid my phone in my pocket and rose off the overstuffed couch. As I walked towards her, Dr. Leighton’s inquisitive brown eyes trailed over me. “I’m liking this happy energy you’re putting out.”

I laughed. “I can’t help it. I am happy.”

Her face lit up. “I can’t tell you how good it is to hear you say that.”

After I took a seat on the teal couch, Dr. Leighton took her usual chair across from me. “I assume this happiness stems from a certain Italian?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks at the mention of Rafe. “It does.”

“I have to say I’d like to meet the man who has brought such happiness to your life and helped you overcome your intimacy hurdles.”

“I would like that as well.”

Leaning forward in her chair, Dr. Leighton swept a strand of dark hair out of her face. “While there is also happy energy, I can detect some apprehension.”

I nodded. “I’m spending this weekend with him for his birthday. Since I’m sneaking away, I’m a little worried it’s all going to blow up in my face.”

Pursing her lips, Dr. Leighton shook her head. “No, I think your apprehension is grounded in something intimacy related.”

Sometimes I thought Dr. Leighton would make a good psychic. “You’re right.” I glanced down at my hands that were currently twisting the hem of my sweater. “There’s something I really want to do, but I don’t know how to broach the subject with Rafe.”

“Something sexual?”

I lifted my gaze to hers. “It’s something we’re both intrigued by. Well, from what he’s alluded to, he’s experienced it before.”

“And what are the roadblocks keeping you from this exploration?”

“I’m afraid he’ll tell me no,” I admitted.

Dr. Leighton’s brows furrowed. “Why would you think that?”

I sighed. “I think he’ll feel that it wouldn’t be good for me considering my past.”

“Like in all relationships, partners have to be honest with each other about their wants and desires. You need to assure Rafe that this is something you desire–something that has nothing to do with your rape.”

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