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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

I don’t leave my house at all for those three days, nor do I shower. I’m a zombie by the time my head hits the pillow on Sunday night. I haven’t felt this inspired or felt such a strong need to get words out like this in five years. Since the last time Stone rocked my world and left me empty. Go figure having him back in my life sparks my creative flow.

I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a very, very unhealthy thing.

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Stone Philips

“So, how have you been, Stone? You missed our meeting the last two weeks.”

Dr. Corrine Langley is my therapist, and she has been since I first moved to Texas five years ago. She’s a wife of one of the bikers in my brother-in-law’s club, so my sister put me in touch with her as soon as I got here.

I was in bad shape when I arrived. We had appointments twice a week for the first two years, and now we’re down to once a week. I’ve come a long way from who I was when I moved to Texas.

“I’m well, thank you. I’m sorry about the last two weeks. I’ve been slammed, with me returning to work after taking some time off.”

“And how was your time off?” She gives off very stereotypical therapist vibes. She’s sitting in her chair with her leg crossed over her other, a pen and notepad in her lap, and glasses on her face that rest low on her nose. She isn’t very old, probably a few years older than I am.

“It was nice to get away for a little while. Unplug and take my mind off everything before the school year started.”

“Remind me, where did you go this year?” The end of her pen is stuck between her teeth as she cocks her head.

“On a cruise with Molly to the Mediterranean.”

She smiles softly. “How lovely. I bet that was relaxing.”

Nodding my head once, I reply, “It was.”

“This is the annual trip you and Molly take for the anniversary of your parents’ death, yes?”

“It is.”

“That’s what I thought. So, how about you tell me how work has been for you since you’ve returned, Stone.”

Based on that question alone, I’m almost positive Molly has spoken to her. She would never admit that, nor would I ask, because it would be unprofessional. While she and my sister are close, and they often discuss things—meaning my sister will voice her concerns about me like the neurotic, over-protective, control freak she is—to my knowledge she’s never spoken to my sister about what we talk about here. I’m certain this is one of those times.