Chapter Three
Dylan headed back to the stables after his session with Dr. Patel. The good doctor hadn't pushed him on the fake nightmares. He hadn't exactly pursued the discussion of dating either. What he’d done was far worse. He’d engaged Dylan in a chat about his broken engagement.
Hilary Weston had been the girl next door. But next door had been one floor down from the penthouse of one of the most exclusive residential buildings in New York City. Living his life on top of her, watching her preen beneath him, it was inevitable that one day she'd end up on his arm.
Hilary had been Dylan’s first everything. His first crush. His first girlfriend. His first … everything.
She hadn't been happy when he announced he wanted to go into the military. With his family money and his trust fund,
