Searching for Disaster by Jennifer Probst Page B

where she consistently questioned her actions, wondering if she had listened to Liam and climbed back into bed her path would’ve veered in a different direction, saving so many people she loved horrible pain.
    Regrets are part of healing. You can never take back your actions, but you can forgive, make amends, and move on. You have a responsibility to lead a full, happy life, for you and God. Obsessing about regrets will poison your soul.
    Her sponsor’s words echoed in her mind, allowing her to calm down.
    Her body thrilled to life when he told her he wanted to have dinner, but her brain firmly dragged her back from the precipice. She couldn’t have sex with Liam. She was past jumping into bed with a guy because it scratched an itch, and though she couldn’t regret her open sexuality, she’d changed. She realized she’d dove into sex as an escape from her real problems and swore the next time she got physical with a man, it would be because real feelings were there.
    He may have offered dinner, but she knew the hidden meaning behind the words. He wanted her in bed, just like six years ago. Problem was, she was a different person now and he’d only be disappointed.
    Her body raged and whined. Two years with no sex was a damn long time. Especially when orgasms had been a regular occurrence. Now she had to rely on a machine, and although it was capable, it was definitely not the same.
    On cue, Liam walked in.
    Her hands fisted, then slowly relaxed. He was out of uniform, wearing dark-washed jeans, a pale-gray button-down shirt, and leather tied shoes. Even out of uniform he looked handsome. Proper. And sexy as hell.
    He stopped in front of her desk and leaned over. Trying not to shrink back, she watched the color of his pale-blue eyes reflect a tinge of silver, hypnotizing her. His perfect face could have launched a thousand movie careers. “Hi, Isabella. I’m here for my appointment with Kate.”
    â€œOf course.” She prayed her skin wasn’t turning a hot pink. Why did she suddenly feel like a schoolgirl? She was always so confident in her sexuality. “Umm, Kate is running a bit late. Let me take you into the conference room so you’re more comfortable while you wait.”
    â€œI’m comfortable hanging with you.”
    His easy smile curved full lips. She had a sudden urge to lean over and take a succulent bite. “No! I mean, you need to wait in there for her. It’s more comfortable.”
    â€œSo you said.”
    Damn him. Amusement laced his molasses-rich voice. She wasn’t going to let him make her uncomfortable. “Follow me,” she snapped smartly, getting up and leading him down the hall.
    Her ass tingled like his gaze was stuck on it.
    The room was large, set up for easy conversation and sharing. The silver rug was accented by purple chairs, a large mahogany desk, and encouraging signs scattered about the walls. A large coffee machine and pitcher of homemade lemonade sat on a side table. “Can I get you anything?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œCoffee? Lemonade?”
    â€œHave dinner with me.”
    She jerked slightly. “No, thank you. If you’ll just take a seat, Kate will be right with you.”
    â€œIt’s just dinner.”
    Her brow arched. “Nothing is just dinner. If you haven’t learned that yet, you’ve been with the wrong women.”
    He laughed. “This time it would be. I just want to talk.”
    â€œSaid every man in the history of time. Excuse me.”
    She walked out with her head held high, breathing a sigh of relief when she was out of his energy force field. She’d never met another man who affected her like this. The phone rang, and she jumped to get it. “Kinnections matchmaking agency.”
    â€œIzzy? It’s Kate. Listen, I have a huge problem and I need your help.”
    â€œAre you okay?”
    â€œYes, but I got a flat tire on my way and Slade insisted he