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“What did you do after your...you were blown up? Did you talk to a psychologist?”

“Yeah, I didn’t have a choice.”

“Will I have a choice?”

“You’re the doctor, what do you think?”

“I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“A doctor is a doctor. Don’t you all go through the same training for the first few years?”

“Yes, but I was never very good with people.”

“Makes sense I suppose. You seem to like your tiny things a lot.”

“Not everything I like is tiny.” She said it under her breath.

Con stopped walking. “You did not just say what I thought you said.” He shook his head.

“What? You’re unhappy because I like the size of your—”

“Donotsay the next word.”

“Hands.”

Chapter Twelve

Sitting on his bedlistening to Sophia shower wasn’t where Con wanted to be. Nope, he wanted to be in there with her. Holding her so she could let go of all the crap circling inside her head, the fear and horror of what might have been.

Of course, she’d be naked, and he’d be naked and he’d do a lot more than just hold her. He’d do his best to wipe last night right off her mental map. It’d take only a half-dozen orgasms or so. Maybe.

He thought she’d been okay this morning, but something had happened to derail her while he, Smoke, and River had wrestled with her tent. She’d have told him if something bothered her, right?

The bathroom door opened and Sophia came out brushing her hair. She was wearing cozy pajamas made of a fabric that looked soft and touchable. There was nothing sexy about it, except for the woman wearing it.

Right now, that woman was wearing a hesitant expression.

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