Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Epilogue
- A Note from the Author
- Discussion Questions
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Acclaim for David Rawlings
- Also by David Rawlings
Milly closed the fridge, a block of cheese in hand. “Do you snoop in my stuff like you do with Dad’s?”
“I was just checking the details of Dad’s photo place. Do you know where he takes Gramps’s camera film?”
“No, but he said Monique from work found a place.”
So the answer to the question of Daniel’s faithfulness lay with the receptionist who wanted him to break it.
Nineteen
Daniel couldn’t shake the image of Howard appearing on his deck, three years after he’d delivered the eulogy at his funeral. Howard did not appear on his deck. Howard could not appear on his deck. And he hadn’t been holding hands with Anna.
There was only one explanation: Simon. He was manipulating his photos to blackmail him. Another situation to fix, but this one was easy. He would go there after his next appointment and threaten legal action. But there was one question he couldn’t answer, one that led him deeper into the murky waters of possible blackmail. If Simon knew the truth about No Secrets, then he was working with someone Daniel knew.
But who? Another counseling practice? Simon said he’d had another shop. Maybe it was near Flinders Counseling, Peter’s old practice, still smarting over Daniel’s poaching of their brilliant young counselor. Or was this Kelly’s way of forcing him to see someone? He needed to know who knew. And once he found out, he needed to shut them down. If he didn’t, he’d be laughed out of counseling as a fraud, and once the media got wind of it, they’d camp in front of his house until they had dragged his name through the mud.
Anna’s burgundy highlights swung through his office door. “Hey, Boss!”
Daniel tried to raise a smile and failed. His second attempt was more successful.
Anna cocked her head. “How did the group photo turn out?”
Daniel concentrated hard to keep the manufactured smile from falling from his lips. “Uh, there was a . . . problem with it at the photo place.” That much was true.
“That’s a shame. Make sure you fix it so we can hang it in the reception area.”
Daniel had to shift the conversation. “Could you send in Monique? I need to chat with her.”
Anna’s eyebrow stayed aloft as she disappeared into the corridor. A moment later, Monique came into his office and shut the door. She perched on the edge of the sofa.
Daniel took a deep breath as he plowed into the speech he’d rehearsed on the drive into work. “Monique, I’m sorry if you’ve taken my friendship the wrong way. You are a wonderful young woman whose professionalism I respect. You make a difference to Crossroads and our clients. But I need you to understand that the level of our relationship is strictly professional.”