The next week passed, for the most part, uneventfully. I didn't want to avoid Roman, simply because I felt weak for doing so and because I thought it gave all the wrong messages. But the moment I stepped into his office and met his happy smile, a dozen emotions, including fear, whiplashed my insides so quickly that I had reached the far end of the estate without remembering if I had even bothered to close the door on my way out.
I felt pathetic.
Gus knew instantly that something was wrong. He started to grill me, even before he'd even reached me, and I was so overwhelmed within seconds that once I gave the basket to him, I had run from him as well.
My haven was the doctor's office. Dr. Mustache provided company without all the unnecessary attention and nosiness. He'd probably care if I
