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He smiles and shakes his head before hopping out and rounding the truck to open my door. A cold blush of air pushes into the warm truck and his hand extends out toward mine to help me down.

I’m flat on my feet staring up at him when he brushes my hair back away from my face and says, “Sweetheart, I don’t knowyou all that well, but I got a feelin’ you ain’t never done nothin’ wrong in your life. I see why Rhett is so in love with you.”

I glance down for a moment, then up again, a sudden desperation in my palms to reach out and hold him, to touch him, to heal the parts of him that are as broken as me.

Holden interrupts the moment by clearing his throat. “We, ugh, we have to get started on our session. I’ve got an eleven a.m. behind you.”

“I should let you get to it then.” Maverick stands straighter and shuts the truck door, holding my gaze as he nods a goodbye that we both know deep down, isn’t nearly enough.

Chapter Seven

Holden

I always thought earning my PhD in psychology would be one of the hardest things I ever did in life. Sure, there were personal issues to contend with, but none of those held a candle to behavioral neuroscience, psychopathology, and neuropsychology. Those classes stretched my mind beyond the bore of everyday life. They had me up in the middle of the night researching philosophies, behavioral studies, and the relationship between brain function and behavior. They had me spending days lost in finding theoretical frameworks for complex case studies. They had me salivating for more knowledge than my brain could take in at once.

Still, I didn’t see this coming.

Years of studying the human brain, trying to understand and abide by the rules of professional boundaries. Yet here I am, lusting after a client like a teenage boy, dreaming of her, aching for her, desperate to fix every fucking problem she has.

I drag in a heavy breath and cross one leg over the other as she sits across from me in a sweet black dress and pink cardigan sweater. She’s so fucking adorable, and I hate that anyone has ever hurt her.

My cock reacts as her thick thighs squeeze together while she shifts in her seat.

The right thing to do is to end our professional relationship immediately and terminate all contact. It’s what’s right in terms of the board of psychiatry and it’s what’s right in terms of human behavior. Freud himself would say that this love I’ve come to feel for Molly isn’t real. That the imbalance of power is obvious. She barely knows me, and I know her deepest fears. I should recommend her to a new therapist. She needs the support. It’s the right thing to do, but the selfish asshole in me wants to be the one taking care of her in every way possible.

I know her. I know what she wants, how she thinks, what her heart needs.

“How was the transition last night?” I hold my ankle in place as my body stiffens to her response. For what’s felt like forever, I’ve wanted to call every Tyler I could find, tear down to his house myself, shoot the fucker, then throw Molly over my shoulder and keep her safe with me forever. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option, nor would it have done her any good in the long term. It’s a bonus that I know Rhett from the MC, and that we already had a connection. At least I can keep tabs on her now when she’s not in my office.

She twists her hair to the side of her shoulder. She’s nervous about something. She plays with her hair when she’s anxious. “It was good. A little weird and I’m a whole lot of confused, but it was better than the other kind of confused.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it’s stupid.” Her eyes close and she shakes her head slowly as though there’s something she’s embarrassed about.

If I’m being honest,I already know.How could Rhett not be attracted to her?Something likely happened last night.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Nothing you feel is stupid.”

She glances up toward me, then away again, pursing those perfect pink lips. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but… I got talking about this book I’m reading.”

“The harem?”

Her brows turn down. “You remembered.”

I want to tell her that I remember everything she says. That I spend all night having fantasies where she’s mine. That in those fantasies, she’s my little girl and I’m taking care of her, brushing her hair, talking her down from panic, snuggling her into a warm blanket with her favorite movie and a snack, and relaxing her body in the carnal way it was meant to be relaxed.

“Of course I remember. What happened when you told Rhett?” My stomach turns as she wets her lips.

His hands were all over her. I know it now.

“I, ugh, well… there was drinking involved, and I ended up sleeping with my brother’s best friend, and I’m pretty sure I had a connection with his friend this morning on the way in.” She laughs nervously and says, “And if I’m being really honest, I don’t know what’s wrong with me because last night I slept with one man, climbed on another one’s lap, and I’ve been wondering whatyouwould feel like since I sat down.” She rolls her eyes. “Truthfully, I thought about it before last night, too.” She breathes heavily and reaches for the water bottle beside her.

“I’m sorry?” I stare at her, perfectly able to hear her words, but desperate to hear them again.

“I know, I know. I’m one of those girls, apparently, but you say everything exactly how I need to hear it. And when you lean in and look at me so intently, you smell,” her eyes roll back in her head, “so damn good.”

“So, you created your harem.”

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