Chapter Thirteen
After her last client had left, Jill waited for Patrick. Although no part of her felt like doing so, she had to tell her colleague what had happened with Amelia.
Jill looked at her hand, at the fingers that had touched Amelia’s. She could still feel the sizzle the touch had sparked across her skin.
When Patrick entered the small kitchen, Jill made him an inadequate espresso, at least compared to the coffee next door, and humiliated herself further by telling her partner in the practice why she’d had to let go of her newest client.
“I must admit, Jill, I can only admire your professionalism,” Patrick said after Jill was done talking. “I can’t sit here, look you in the eye, and swear I would have done the same.”
“Really?”
“Maybe it’s different for me. I don’t know. I c
