“We can continue with talking if you’d prefer,” Dr. Woolcott said.

I shook my head, determined to be strong. To do what I’d come to do. “No. Let’s do it.”

“All right, Mr. Wolfe. Close your eyes.”

43

Charlie

Apparently I put my career over my social life. That was what the Cosmo quiz indicated, anyway. No surprise there, except now I was in love with one of the owners of the business where I was employed. Still, I hadn’t missed any work my first week.

Man, had it really only been a week?

It felt like a year. Not in a bad way, but so much had occurred. Now, here I was, waiting outside while one of the Wolfe heirs was in therapy.

Surreal.

Yeah, I was a little tense. My skin felt tight around my arms, and I kept rubbing at them furiously, trying to ease the shrink-wrapped feeling.

Wasn’t helping.

Roy had been in with the therapist for a half hour already. I considered that a success. Half of me had expected to see him again after five minutes alone with her.

I truly hoped she could help him find whatever he was hiding so deeply within himself. Even if it didn’t help us with the Derek Wolfe case, at least it would help Roy.

Roy was my priority above all else, even my job at this point. Though my job was pretty close. I mean, Cosmo couldn’t be wrong.

I scoffed lightly at my own sarcasm as I leafed through the rest of the magazine, seeking something of substance. Nope. Not interested in creating the perfect smoky eye. Not interested in the sexual exploits of people who told their experiences to a magazine. Did people really have this much sex?

Boy, was I out of touch with reality.

Best birth control? Still not interested. The pill worked fine for me.

I finally closed the magazine and threw it back on the end table next to my chair.

Loudly, apparently, because the pretty receptionist looked up. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t fine. I was…something. Not worried, exactly. Roy was in there with a doctor who came highly recommended. Concerned. Yeah, I was concerned.

Roy was stronger than even he knew. All the Wolfes were, having grown up with Derek Wolfe as a father. Lacey had confided in me a little while we were working on the deceased Wolfe’s will. The man was ice cold. A master manipulator. A shrewd businessman with questionable ethics.

No surprise he ended up on ice.

But who had killed him? I felt certain none of his children were involved, and I knew Lacey wasn’t. Yet someone out there had implicated all of them.