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CHAPTER 7

SUMMER

ONE WEEK LATER

I wake up in bed cuddled between both of my guys. I look at the clock on the alarm and I want to cry when I see it’s going to go off in ten minutes.

I must go back to work today; I’ve taken more time off than I can really spare with my clients. Today I must go to the jail for follow ups and to meet with new clients. This is the part of the job that I absolutely hate.

I kiss the top of Darren’s head, breathing in his scent then I move to Walker, pulling his arm tighter around my stomach.

We haven’t had sex yet and they haven’t asked or even attempted to pressure me into it.

They’re the best.

The alarm goes off causing me to jump. Walker rolls over and turns it off then cuddles me into his chest. “Woman, why not quit and just be my stay at home ole lady, hmm.”

I laugh and Darren yawns rubbing my back. “Now that is a tempting offer, but I have to go to the prison today, there is no one else to do it.”

Darren stops rubbing my back. “Isn't that dangerous, baby?”

I cringe at the prospect of even admitting it. “Sadly it is, but they need mental health help just like the others.”

Walker turns me over on my back until he is hovering over me. “We are going with you.”

“Fine,” I agree instantly.

Walker looks shocked that I agreed so easily. “They scare me too and you guys make me feel safe. No way am I going to pass that up.”

Walker kisses me gently. “Darlin, the things you do to me,” he whispers against my lips, then he kisses my forehead.

I’m passed to Darren where I get the same amount of attention. “Want to drive-through for some breakfast?” I ask as I walk into the closet to get dressed.

“That is not what I want for breakfast but that will suffice,” Walker says as he grabs his jeans.

I drop the shirt I took off the hanger, my whole body quivering at the thought. “You’re a naughty man, Walker.” I give him the stink eye.

He laughs and smacks my ass on the way out, leaving me with my thoughts. They may just kill me.

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Summer

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I break out in a cold sweat the second I’m searched going into the prison. I hate this part of my job. I know that I should just quit but I made it my mission to help everyone, that includes the violent ones.

Darren holds my hand, holding my briefcase for me. We are following the security guard to the room they set up for me.

I sit down and open the case for my first client. I let out a deep breathe when I see it’s the violent one from last time I was here. I’m uneasy but don’t allow my emotions to show on my face.

The scary inmate looks around the room glaring at everyone in sight. The guards push him down onto the seat in front of me.

Darren and Walker are standing on either side of me, both of their hands on my shoulders like they are ready to pull me back any second.

“They didn’t help the voices,” the inmate, Mr. Randoff growls at me, snapping his teeth like he is nonhuman.

“Did it help with your symptoms at all?” I ask him, ignoring the glares, growls, and screams.

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