Chapter 69

"Are you Claudia Rodriguez?" he asks puzzled, focusing his gaze from the paper in his hand to me.

"And you are the psychotherapist Matt Nolan?" I question, very confused.

"You answer first," he asks me.

"Yes, obviously I am, that's why I'm here," I clarify, not getting over my astonishment.

"Well, well, who knew Nurse Rodriguez's daughter was the girl who wished I'd choke on a wine," he retorts, taking a seat across from me.5

"And who knew a renowned psychotherapist would turn out to be a shoplifter," I say, at which point he bursts out laughing, flashing a dazzling smile.

"It's not my fault you didn't take the bottle first, Miss Rodriguez," he expresses, bringing a hand to his chin with a smile forming on his lips.

"You snatched it from me before you did."

"Next time be quicker," he says with a sneer.

"You mean you're admitting what you did?" I face him, because it was something that didn't happen when we were in the supermarket.

"No, I just claimed I'm faster than you."

"Whatever,"