“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy. Now, up you go.”
Ryan slowly rose from the couch, thanked me again, and wandered off to find a play partner. I settled deeper into the couch still basking in the pleasure I felt from tonight’s scene.
“Feeling better?”
My eyes opened to find Connor standing above me.
“Immensely. I’m glad Bryce reminded me of what I needed to do. It was definitely what the doctor ordered.”
“Good. Now, are you ready to grovel at my feet for your job because you regret quitting?”
I laughed at his words. “Not quite yet. I still don’t think it’s a terrible idea. Although, I am re-thinking it. Rash decisions aren’t always the best decisions.”
“That’s true. You need to talk to Miles, Josie. Neither one of you can move forward until then.” He paused briefly, as though debating whether to speak further. He must have decided it was something I needed to hear, because he continued. “You know he’s seeing a therapist, right?”
That was a surprise. I never would have imagined that Miles would seek outside help. He’d always thought he could handle things himself. I was happy for him. It certainly showed he was trying to defeat his ghosts. I was proud of him. Not sure what it meant for us, if anything, but I was glad he was doing what he could to help himself.
“No, I had no idea.”
“He is. I’ve noticed a difference in him the past few days. Go see him. Talk things through.”
I exhaled a sigh, because I knew Connor was right. It was time.