Giving Up- Truth or Dare book 3
Release Date: August 5th
Can Brandon Blake change?
He stood automatically, reaching out to shake her hand in greeting and murmuring polite good mornings. A slight heat rose in his cheeks and he hoped to hell the blush wasn’t visible. And why the fuck a simple handshake for the doctor should cause him to blush he didn’t know, but something about her made him feel self-conscious and uncertain in ways he hadn’t felt since he was a wild sixteen year old serving as his beautiful mother’s escort to Hollywood’s wild parties.
He stiffened his spine and forced himself to meet those sharp blue eyes, unwittingly squeezing her hand just a little too tightly. He watched as the blue eyes flared wide then narrowed, and Dr. Grey gently removed her hand from his. The flush on his cheeks grew and he felt his stomach churn alarmingly. He and Trick were about to have more in common than he’d ever thought possible if he couldn’t calm down soon.
Dr. Grey led him into her office and he took the same seat he normally did on the plush leather chair in front of the desk. Somewhat surprised, he noticed that instead of taking the chair adjacent to him as she usually did Dr. Grey seated herself behind the neat steel and glass desk. Crossing her hands on the desktop, she met his questioning gaze calmly, and
let out the breath he hadn’t realized he held. His roiling emotions calmed as he took in her stillness, and even his churning stomach was soothed. This was different, but not wrong. Brandon
Or so he thought until she spoke.
, that I can’t keep you on as patient any longer.” Brandon
Panic flared. “What? Why not?” His stomach heaved and he forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose, swallowing rapidly to prevent the consequences of the sudden lurch. Nothing of his feelings showed on his face. He had twenty-three years of practice at making sure of that. He couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Because I can’t help you in a professional capacity. I’ve given you the tools to manage your problem, you’re an intelligent man and you can resolve your issues from here on your own.” Her voice remained the same as it always had, soothing and cool, her gaze untroubled and calm.
Damn. How had he come to depend on that calmness in such a few meetings? How would he deal without the soothing effect her voice had on his nerves and stomach? Quickly pulling in resources to hide the shocking sense of abandonment he suddenly felt,
grasped the tiny thread of anger and blew it up. Brandon
He surged upright and waved his phone in her face. “Fuck. I could have been at the office heading off a dozen major crises! See this? It’s called a cell phone. I have it with me all the time. Next time you need to change our plans, use it!”