LUCAS
“We need a session. Now.”
Lauren looks up at me from the thick text balanced on her legs. She’s sitting at her desk with her ankles crossed on top, leaning back in her chair. “Excuse me?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I said I need a session immediately.”
“You do realize you could have just barged in here while I was seeing a student, right?”
“And?”
“And there’s still such a thing as doctor-patient confidentiality. I owe my patients privacy and peace of mind. I can’t promise either with a clear conscience if there’s a risk of you charging into my office like you’re ready to set the desk on fire.”
“Are you finished?” I drop to the couch before rolling up my sleeves.
“This is unprofessional and, frankly, unacceptable. I’m sorry, but I have to set boundaries.”
“Dick Valentine set up a ten-million-dollar trust fund for Delilah the day Aspen was kidnapped.”
Her silence speaks volumes. I have the grim satisfaction of watching her process this while I make myself comfortable. “You ready now?” I ask once her mouth finally snaps shut.
“That’s a big piece of information. I assume it’s been verified.”
“Nic was offended when I asked.”
“I’m sure.” She purses her lips before blowing out a heavy sigh. “And how do you feel about this?”
I can only sit and stare at first. “You’re joking.”
“One thing it’s crucial to guard against in this line of work is making assumptions. I can only help if I know your feelings, in your words.”
“I want to kill somebody.”
“And?”
“And it’s been hours since I found out, but the feeling hasn’t subsided.”
“I know I said I have to avoid assumptions, but I assume you haven’t fallen back on any of the exercises I’ve described.”
“Fuck the exercises!”
Her head snaps back. “All right, then.”
“What do you want me to say?”
She’s firm and calm in her response. “I want you to think twice before screaming at me. Please.”
“Fine. I’ll think twice.” After taking a few deep breaths, I try again. “I’m beyond enraged.”
“Why?”
“For fuck’s sake.”
“We have to get to the bottom of why you feel the way you do. It might not be the reason you think it is.”
“Give me a break.”
She’s stone-faced when she points at the door. “Why are you here if you’re not going to take my offers to help seriously? If you want somebody to nod and tell you how right you are, you’re in the wrong office.”