Catherine Cowles

My therapist had drilled into me that I needed to celebrate every win, no matter how small.

Something about it slayed me.

A laugh escaped Hallie, light and almost musical. It caught on the air, sending a shiver over me.

I’d have to remember that.

It’s a trick I learned with my therapist. If I picture what I’m about to do in my head, imagine all the possibilities, it helps. That probably makes me sound crazy.”

“We’re going to be friends. I am going to speak to you only with loving words, and you aren’t going to spin me off into a ditch.”

I stared at the woman opposite me. So damn brave. So damn strong.

I’d just have a walking temptation living right across the hall.

Because Lawson Hartley was dangerous on a good day. Lawson Hartley shirtless and touching me? That was lethal.

To make sure she came so hard, she saw stars. There’d be no hurry. I’d worship every inch of her skin. Taste her. Make her quiver and beg for release.