session?”
As Dr. Montgomery scribbled a few notes, Arienne swallowed. Here was her chance. All she had to do was open up.
“Actually there is something.”
“What is it?”
“I met a man yesterday, and I sort of dreamt about him this morning.”
“That’s a start. It means you’re starting to find your attraction to the opposite sex again.”
“Yes. I mean he’s very handsome, but it just seems a little sudden to be dreaming about him.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Clearly there is something about him that intrigues you.”
Arienne played with one of her curls. “Yes, there is, but I’m not sure if he’s intrigued by me, too.”
Dr. Montgomery smiled. “Is that what this is really about?”
“Sort of.”
“Arienne dear, regardless of whether or not anything further happens, the fact that this man has piqued enough interest to have you concerned with his feelings toward you is wonderful.”
Arienne scoffed. “How is that wonderful? I could be wasting time thinking about him when I don’t even know anything for sure.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Yes.”
“Then just talk to him and he’ll give you some clue. I think this little interaction is good for you.”
“I’ll give it a try.”
“Good. Now I think our time is up.”
Arienne picked up her purse and stood. “Until next time.”
“You take care, Arienne.”
“I will.” Arienne turned and left the office. Walking back to her car, Arienne released a breath. Leaving therapy always made her feel a little bit lighter.
“I’m a survivor,” she said getting into her car. Yes, Arienne. Yes, you are. Nothing can break you. She smiled, and for the first time in a long time she believed that. Maybe things were looking up.
****
Arienne’s therapy session had been most informative. Triton was so glad he’d followed her. He’d been right when he told Cerceis the girl was into him. Hearing her confess to dreaming about him and worrying if he was interested sealed the deal. As he’d listened, a sneaking suspicion had crept up. He was pretty sure his initial thought was right, but he needed to be absolutely certain. When the good doctor left her office he was going to have a look at her files. Dr. Traci Montgomery, Counseling Psychologist. Arienne’s shrink. He wasn’t surprised Athena was an issue for the girl. She was condescending to everyone, and there was no reason her daughter would be excluded from her wrath.
Still, a part of him felt sorry for the girl. It could not have been easy having Athena for a mother. Since Arienne had been coming to a psychologist for at least four years, there was no telling how much Athena had messed her up. But he couldn’t allow himself to feel pity. Arienne was his enemy, and he couldn’t forget that.
Chapter Thirteen
When did it get so dark? It seemed like the sun was just shining. Arienne moved from her seat beneath the large palm tree and picked up the blanket she’d been sitting on. Folding up the blanket, Arienne tucked it underneath her arm before grabbing the book she’d been reading and stuffing it into her messenger bag with the throw. The rumble of thunder made her look up.
“I hope I can beat the rain home,” Arienne said digging out her keys. She walked briskly as the first drops of rain hit her face.
“I knew I should’ve just gone straight home, but no, I had to stop for some fresh air.”
Just as Arienne made it to the parking lot, the rain poured. She started to run but almost slipped. “Crap.”
No running for her.
“Hey, cutie.”
Arienne turned around. Behind her approached a white man wearing a leather jacket and blue jeans. His dark hair and scruffy beard made him look like a biker. She turned around and kept walking.
“Come on, baby. Don’t run away.”
She had to get to her car. Swallowing hard, she tried to maintain her composure. Arienne started to run as her red Mazda came into view. She aimed her remote and unlocked the car before
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