a.m., but she didn’t argue, she just nodded and climbed
back in the bed, curling up in the warmth of the spot he’d just
vacated.
Chapter 8
“Okay, so no questions, no objections. You’re
going,” Marissa pressed.
Cole dragged the phone from his ear, blowing
out a sigh. “I don’t know, Marissa, I’ve been pretty busy with work
lately.” She didn’t need to know that he was currently on
vacation.
“Oh Colby, you’re gonna love her. I met Sali
in my yoga class. She’s gorgeous, fun. Close to your age. I really
think you’ll like her. How long’s it been since you’ve been on a
date?”
Fuck. The last thing he wanted to do as go on
some blind date, but even more than that, he didn’t want to get
Marissa pissed at him, because if he did, she was likely to come
over to give him a piece of her mind and then she’d find Savannah
here.
Marissa had been urging him to use dating
websites, but he’d adamantly refused. He’d rather get a quick lay
than have to sit and listen to a girl he wasn’t interested in
prattle on about how her last manicure was chipping after only two
days — no joke, that was the actual dinner conversation of his last
date.
But with his second to last single friend
getting married that past summer, Cole was beginning to realize it
might be time to look for a good girl. He just wasn’t good at
dating. He never seemed to meet the expectations women had. He was
forgetful, he wasn’t romantic, and he worked too much. He didn’t
know many girls that would take him the way he was, but he didn’t
want to be someone’s project. He wasn’t changing. Hell, he even
pissed Marissa off and she was family — she had to love him.
“I arranged it so that you guys could meet at
Liam’s,” Marissa said. “You’re there every weekend anyway, so
what’s the big deal?”
Marissa had a point. His best friend Liam
owned an Irish pub practically walking distance from his condo.
“Fine, I’ll go,” he muttered into the phone. Since Marissa
regularly threatened to create an online dating profile for him, he
occasionally complied to keep her off his back. “Sali, huh?”
“Yes! Okay, well I already arranged
everything. You guys are meeting two weeks from Saturday at seven
for drinks. That’s it. Simple, huh?”
“Okay.”
“Would it kill you to thank your sister?”
“Thanks, Rissa.” He rolled his eyes before
ending the call. It was still a couple weeks away, maybe he could
find a way out of it.
***
The following day, before heading to the gym,
Cole dropped Savannah off at her therapy appointment that had been
pre-scheduled by the facility coordinator. After a vigorous workout
and a quick shower, Cole was dressed and back in his SUV, headed to
pick up Savannah.
He entered the doctor’s office, took a seat
in the reception area, and began flipping through a magazine. A few
minutes later, the office door opened and Savannah emerged with
swollen eyes. Cole sprung to his feet.
The doctor stepped around Savannah towards
Cole. “Is this him?”
Savannah nodded, her eyes locked on
Cole’s.
Christ, this wasn’t good. He could get in
trouble with the Bureau for even being here with her. The doctor,
mid-forties with graying hair at his temples, strode toward Cole
and extended his hand. “I’m Doctor White, but call me Malcolm. Do
you mind if we have a word, Cole?”
Cole nodded. It was the only thing he could
do, though he was confused and on edge. What had Savannah told her
therapist about him?
As soon as they were seated in his large
office, Malcolm cut to the chase. “She told me who you were. But
don’t worry—doctor / patient confidentially and all that. Plus I
don’t care who you work for. I get the sense that you want to help
Savannah, so I wanted to offer some guidance.”
Cole leaned forward, his hands on his knees,
ready to listen to whatever the doctor had to say. It seemed that
they were on the same page. This was about Savannah.
“These sessions will
back in the bed, curling up in the warmth of the spot he’d just
vacated.
Chapter 8
“Okay, so no questions, no objections. You’re
going,” Marissa pressed.
Cole dragged the phone from his ear, blowing
out a sigh. “I don’t know, Marissa, I’ve been pretty busy with work
lately.” She didn’t need to know that he was currently on
vacation.
“Oh Colby, you’re gonna love her. I met Sali
in my yoga class. She’s gorgeous, fun. Close to your age. I really
think you’ll like her. How long’s it been since you’ve been on a
date?”
Fuck. The last thing he wanted to do as go on
some blind date, but even more than that, he didn’t want to get
Marissa pissed at him, because if he did, she was likely to come
over to give him a piece of her mind and then she’d find Savannah
here.
Marissa had been urging him to use dating
websites, but he’d adamantly refused. He’d rather get a quick lay
than have to sit and listen to a girl he wasn’t interested in
prattle on about how her last manicure was chipping after only two
days — no joke, that was the actual dinner conversation of his last
date.
But with his second to last single friend
getting married that past summer, Cole was beginning to realize it
might be time to look for a good girl. He just wasn’t good at
dating. He never seemed to meet the expectations women had. He was
forgetful, he wasn’t romantic, and he worked too much. He didn’t
know many girls that would take him the way he was, but he didn’t
want to be someone’s project. He wasn’t changing. Hell, he even
pissed Marissa off and she was family — she had to love him.
“I arranged it so that you guys could meet at
Liam’s,” Marissa said. “You’re there every weekend anyway, so
what’s the big deal?”
Marissa had a point. His best friend Liam
owned an Irish pub practically walking distance from his condo.
“Fine, I’ll go,” he muttered into the phone. Since Marissa
regularly threatened to create an online dating profile for him, he
occasionally complied to keep her off his back. “Sali, huh?”
“Yes! Okay, well I already arranged
everything. You guys are meeting two weeks from Saturday at seven
for drinks. That’s it. Simple, huh?”
“Okay.”
“Would it kill you to thank your sister?”
“Thanks, Rissa.” He rolled his eyes before
ending the call. It was still a couple weeks away, maybe he could
find a way out of it.
***
The following day, before heading to the gym,
Cole dropped Savannah off at her therapy appointment that had been
pre-scheduled by the facility coordinator. After a vigorous workout
and a quick shower, Cole was dressed and back in his SUV, headed to
pick up Savannah.
He entered the doctor’s office, took a seat
in the reception area, and began flipping through a magazine. A few
minutes later, the office door opened and Savannah emerged with
swollen eyes. Cole sprung to his feet.
The doctor stepped around Savannah towards
Cole. “Is this him?”
Savannah nodded, her eyes locked on
Cole’s.
Christ, this wasn’t good. He could get in
trouble with the Bureau for even being here with her. The doctor,
mid-forties with graying hair at his temples, strode toward Cole
and extended his hand. “I’m Doctor White, but call me Malcolm. Do
you mind if we have a word, Cole?”
Cole nodded. It was the only thing he could
do, though he was confused and on edge. What had Savannah told her
therapist about him?
As soon as they were seated in his large
office, Malcolm cut to the chase. “She told me who you were. But
don’t worry—doctor / patient confidentially and all that. Plus I
don’t care who you work for. I get the sense that you want to help
Savannah, so I wanted to offer some guidance.”
Cole leaned forward, his hands on his knees,
ready to listen to whatever the doctor had to say. It seemed that
they were on the same page. This was about Savannah.
“These sessions will
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