Rather: The Therapist (The Grey List Book 2)

by Grey Huffington

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“Rose.” Those long legs stiffened instantly. Without seeing that pretty face of hers, I envisioned its distortion. The same horrifying thoughts going through her head, I understood because they’d gone through mine over the last week. Since coming to the realization I’d handed the woman I’d been waiting for to my brother on a silver fucking platter, I’d been suffering from the same torment. Slowly, she twirled on the tips of her shoes until our eyes met. Enlightenment scrunched her beauty, but it was still viable. Still alive. And, still recognizable. There was a shift, one I felt the second her dark eyes found me. She suddenly shrunk in size. Her ego didn’t seem as massive. Her pride had been minimized. The ferocious being I knew as The Therapist, as Rather, quickly retreated.

“Hear me well when I say don’t ever let that stop you again. I’m not a law abiding citizen, Rose. I run red lights.”

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“You’re like–” I paused, taking a second to catch my breath. “Warm tea on a winter’s night. Like honey glaze on homemade butter biscuits. Like the stillness after the storm that lets everyone affected know things are okay now that you’re here.” “Like ointment one slathers over their burned, bruised, or bitten skin. Like a love song. The kind they recorded in the eighties and nineties. Like a fresh face after a day in the brutal sun. Like lavender buds in cold water. Like light. Like warmth. Like comfort.”