Chapter 22

I anticipated confusion in our relationship from both of us after he had subbed for me, but it never came. Not from him, and not from me. Several days had passed and my apprehension or expectation for strife to manifest itself vanished. We had agreed before the scene we would not be intimate again before we met with Dr. Wright, which thankfully happened today. We both wanted to get professional advice before proceeding.

Hopping in the truck, I looked to Dax. We haven't talked about the scene, and I hoped we wouldn't have to today, but I knew that wasn't realistic. Dr. Wright would pick it apart bit by bit, and I wasn't sure which of us that would make more uncomfortable, Dax or me. He always seemed to sense my apprehension, and as he caught my gaze, his body paused before he reached for my cheek with his hand.

"Kitten, there's no need to worry. We're good."

I can't help but return his grin. "We'll see how good we are when Dr. Wright starts asking you intimate details." I laughe