Chapter Seventeen
So wrong; so wrong, so wrong. The words flashed like bright pink neon in Jill’s brain. She was a doctor so she knew it was impossible, yet she was convinced that if she had a brain scan right now, the words might actually light up on the screen. At the same time, this scan would probably show how right Jill thought things to be. How right that in a few minutes, after Amelia had said her goodbyes at the Pink Bean, she would ring the bell she’d rung only three times before. How right that Jill would buzz her in even though it was long after office hours.
It could not possibly be wrong to feel the way Jill felt when she saw Amelia’s porcelain skin and her dark, brooding eyes. When she heard Amelia’s voice, so low Jill could almost sense its vibrations on her skin.
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