Chapter Fifteen
“Are you ready for our scheduled s*x therapy?” Adalia asked, the minute they got back to her father’s house. God dammit, her father’s house! She’d never wanted to come back after the last time, but her independence had been snatched out from under her. Kinda.
Had she truly been independent? She’d sought that since the minute she’d been old enough to realize she needed it, yet she’d gone from her father’s straight to Trent’s. No in-between.
“Adalia,” Trent said, tone flat as a pancake. Or a failed soufflé. “That’s not what this is about. We can do anything together. Watch a movie, chat.”
“Right. Can we spend time together at the hospital?” she asked, opening the car door and getting out, heels crunching on the grit in the driveway.
“Stop it,” Trent commanded, slamming t
