Page 16 of His Win (His Obsession 3)

I frowned. "I am. I'm talking to you."

She shook her head, her long braids cascading over her shoulders. "No. I mean like, professionally. I think you might be having feelings where you shouldn't. Through no fault of your own," she was quick to add.

I pulled my hand from hers. She was probably right. But that didn't mean I was going to do it. I'd be fine. I was fine. And my feelings weren't some consequence of emotional trauma.

"You've been through a lot of shit the last few months, and I just think it would be a good idea. I mean, the guy fucking kidnapped you, Veda. And you're over here all heart eyes for him. There's a name for that."

"Stockholm Syndrome," I answered flatly.

Quietly, she said, "I just think it might be a good idea. You know, when you get settled somewhere."

My eyes shot to hers. "Yeah," I told her after a pause. "I'll think about it."

Sammy gave me a small smile. "Good. That's good."

Getting up from the bed, I grabbed my pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash Luca's smell from me, ignoring the tears of loss that burned my eyes and mixed with the water from the shower.

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