Page 73 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“And how are you and Mason?”

“I haven’t seen him for three weeks. He had to go back to San Diego.”

“You must miss him.”

“Yes, I do. But we talk and text every day on the phone.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“Like I’m not in control of the situation. Like I might still lose him. That he’ll get back into the swing of things at work and not want to be with me anymore. I mean, we fell for each other under the oddest of circumstances. He was pretending to be someone else. In one way, we don’t make sense. But in another way, it’s the only sense there is in the world that we’re together.”

“So, it’s complicated for you then.”

“Not really. Not for me. I want to be with him. I just feel so bad about Adam.”

“You will feel bad. But you didn’t know that he was alive. You’d already mourned his death.

“I know. It doesn’t make me feel any better about it though.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

I left Dr Feldstein’s office and headed out into the cold air. Wrapping up warm, I called an Uber and asked the driver to drop me off at the Copper Pot Coffee Shop near the university.

Walking inside, I saw Adam sitting in one of the booths at the back. I hadn’t seen him since that day at the hospital and he’d asked to meet me here.

“Hi. Do you want another coffee?” I asked, as I took my scarf off and laid it on the chair.

“Sure thing. Just my usual.”

I went to order us both coffee and brought it over and sat down.

“So how are you?” He asked, looking at me as if he was searching for visible changes on my face and body.

“I’m getting there. The doctors said my strength would return slowly but it’s taking me some time.”

“It will take time. You almost died!” He sputtered, putting down is hot coffee mid-sip.

“I know. I’m so grateful they were able to save me and I don’t have any lasting damage from that poison. But I want to know - how have you been?”

He took a huge deep breath before letting out an audible sigh. After a few seconds of silence, looking deep into my eyes, he swallowed. “Some days are better than others.”

I smiled in sympathy. “It must be hard settling back into life after being out of things for so long.”

“Mom and Dad were delighted to see me again, as was my sister, Hermione. I think they were just glad that I wasn’t actually dead, even though they’re annoyed with me for not bringing them in on the secret.”

“It must have been hard for them. I know it was hard for me…”

He looked pained.

I put my hand out and covered his. He stroked my fingers then withdrew his hand.

“Don’t…” He shook his head, a tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” I pulled my hand back slowly.

“I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better.”

“So do I.”

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