DAVE
I left the engine running as I stepped out of the car, the bouquet I had chosen for Elara completely forgotten on the passenger seat. My jaw clenched as I stared at the unwelcome sight in front of me.
What the hell is Beatrice doing here?
Sure, we’ve held sessions at my house before, especially on the days when I didn’t feel like driving to her clinic. But that didn’t give her the right to show up at my place unannounced. This was my home—our home—and her presence felt like an intrusion.
I glanced at Elara, and her expression told me everything. She wasn’t pleased. If anything, she looked irritated, her lips pressed into a thin line. A small part of me felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. At least she wasn’t happy to see Beatrice. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Maybe, ju
