![]() ![]() “Say it to him,” Armie urged with a flick of his wrist. I understand now that I was part of the problem, so I was trying to communicate with Dominic-” She swallowed hard, the sudden spotlight making her question her decision. “This is the fourth and final session.” His twinkling gaze ticked over to Rosie. “Ah, that’s right,” Armie said, unaffected by her husband’s continued assholery. “You wait until the fourth session to break out the aura talk?” “Both of your auras are edged in gray and extremely murky.” ![]() “Obviously there is a great big elephant in the room, but I can’t read minds, so someone needs to start talking.” The therapist split a bemused look between the two of them. “Sorry I brought it up,” Dominic said, tight-lipped. “It’s not a code, but I am planning to share the preserves with my female friends, and there’s always a possibility it might lead to-” Rosie gasped and elbowed her husband in the side. ![]() I was in the middle of making my own blackberry preserves.”ĭominic sighed. ![]() Even now, when she wanted to shake him like a snow globe, she also wanted to crawl onto his lap and beg him to talk to her.Īrmie fell into a sideways pose across from them. As always, though, when Dominic was in the same room, nothing was cut-and-dried. Was she prepared for that eventuality? On the drive over, she’d been rife with frustration and determined to either force progress or call it quits. Her mouth turned arid at the possibility the latter might happen. ![]()
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