“I didn’t say it because…” He grabs my hand. “Look, Adrienne, I didn’t say it to upset you. You don’t have to say it back. I was just feeling it right then, so I said it. And I’m not sorry I did, but it doesn’t change anything. I just… I wanted you to know. But I’m not hurt if you don’t say it back. I promise.”

He’s so good. He’s so sweet. I wish I could be happy with him. I wish my life weren’t so complicated.

“I’m not crying because of… of that.” I wipe my nose with the back of my hand, wishing I had a tissue. And then, magically, Luke produces a tissue for me, which I accept gratefully. “It’s something else. I have a problem. It has nothing to do with you.”

“The intimacy issue?”

I look up sharply. “No. Not that kind of problem.”

He rubs his jaw. He shaves every morning now because he knows I like him better that way, but it’s almost bedtime and he has a rough stubble on his chin. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just… what kind of problem?”

“I… I’m being blackmailed. By a patient.”

Luke’s jaw goes slack. He looks even more stunned than he was by the giant portrait over the mantle. “Blackmailed?”

I nod.

“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head. “Is this that guy who has been showing up in the middle of the night and texting you all the time?”

I nod again.

He rakes a shaky hand through his short hair. “Jesus,” he says again. “I can’t believe that… What is he blackmailing you over?”

“He has a video of me. It could wreck my career.”

His eyes widen. “A video?”

“It’s not sexual,” I say, before he can let his imagination run wild. “But it’s something I’m not proud of.”

“It’s really that bad?”

I swallow. “Yes. It is. And he’s holding it over me. There’s nothing I can do about it. Unless….”

“Unless what?”

“Well…” My palms feel sweaty. I wipe them on the blanket next to me. “You said when you were in high school, you used to be pretty good at hacking into computers, right?”

Luke is silent for a moment as he narrows his eyes at me. “Yes…”

“Maybe you could find the video for me and… delete it.”

He pulls away from me, his eyes still wary. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not? You said you know how.”

“It’s not that simple. I can’t just hack into some random guy’s home computer and delete a video. Maybe if I were in his house…”

“And what if I could get you into his house?”

He inhales sharply. “Adrienne, what’s on that video?”