Chapter Twenty-One
“Another coffee?” Patrick’s words were more statement than question.
They made Jill wonder how tired she looked. She hadn’t dared examine her reflection too closely in the mirror that morning. Not that she didn’t want to look her best for her clients, but decades of experience had taught her that how their therapist looked was often the least of her clients’ worries. Jill had noticed it herself when she visited Vic. She didn’t go to Vic’s to know how Vic was doing. That wasn’t the nature of their relationship.
“Yes, please,” she said.
“Rough night?” Patrick asked.
“A late one, followed by a lot of tossing and turning.” Jill had played that kiss over and over in her head. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wanted to linger in its memory all day—and for many day
