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I pumped my fists at my side, feeling the anxiety rolling off of me in waves.
    Of course I didn’t get the answer I’d hoped. Instead I’d received a question. “Why do you think you’re angry?”
    It didn’t even take a second for my mouth to rattle off. “Because my parents couldn’t just love me for the person I became.”
    Oh, shit. Did I just say that out loud? Is that why I feel so tense whenever I’m around them?
    There was a loud knock on the door. I watched as Jocelyn went to check and see who was there. “Hello, Jonathan.”
    “Hi, Jocelyn. Is Grace done for the day?” His face instantly sought out mine and didn’t smile until our eyes met. He saw my tears and anger and was at my side in an instant.
    “We’re about to wrap things up for today. She’s done well with opening up and realizing some triggers from her past. We haven’t hit the ultimate “A-ha” moment, but we’re getting there.”
    His hands cradled my face as his thumbs wiped away my tears. A gentle kiss to the forehead and I was already melting into him. “Are you going to be okay, darling?”
    I forced a smile. “I think so. Now that you’re here, it’s better.”
    Jocelyn returned my notebook. “We’ll stop with what we discussed today. I’d like you to write about all the events that happened the day of the accident. What your feelings were at the time, versus now. How the accident changed your life and whether you feel it’s for the better, along with any regrets on what might have been. I’d also like to see, in more detail, how your relationships changed with everyone and why? In short, feel free to write whatever comes into your mind and run with it. If you want to move past that timeline, then by all means, do so. We can analyze things together in a few days.”
    I gave her a hug and thanked her for today.
     
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    Jonathan pressed the button for the third level of the parking garage before his arm circled around my waist and pulled me into his side. His lips nuzzled the side of my neck. “Are you going to be all right, love?”
    I nodded, feeling emotionally exhausted for all that I’d had to relive today. Who knew that therapy could be this taxing to the brain and body?
    “I hate to ask this of you, but do you mind us having dinner at the restaurant tonight? Normally, Tommy can handle the place, but there’s a show going on at the new theater center and the people are flocking to the Bistro for appetizers, drinks, and food. I need to help him get through the rush and then we can go home and enjoy ourselves.” His eyebrows did a suggestive wiggle, meaning he wanted to play tonight.
    “I guess it’s okay, depending on the special and dessert you’re offering tonight.” I couldn’t help pressing my body against the front of his and looking up at him through my lashes in a seductive manner.
    My head began to spin and my body began to burn with desire as I found myself pressed up against the wall of the elevator with his erection grinding into my crotch. “The special’s chicken piccata.” His teeth were biting my bottom lip, begging for entrance into my mouth. “As for the dessert…that’s you, love.” I gasped in surprise and his tongue pushed forward, brushing up against mine as our bodies ground against one another.
    It was hard tearing away from each other when the elevator stopped at the parking garage, but the quicker he got back to the restaurant, the faster we could get home and quench our insatiable needs.
    He wasn’t kidding about the restaurant, it was packed. Tommy was running around the kitchen with the rest of the staff, trying to keep up with orders. Jonathan guided me to his small little office, which consisted of a desk and a few chairs, and brought me a plate of food. “Aren’t you eating with me?” I could tell my face reflected the hurt I was feeling.
    He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I want to, but it’s a mad house out there. I’ll grab a bite when