Fractured Lines by Jen McLaughlin

Author:Jen McLaughlin [McLaughlin, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Publisher: Jen McLaughlin
Published: 2014-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

Finn

The next morning, I stood by the bed and watched Carrie as she slept. She’d been shut behind the bedroom door all night long, but I’d snuck in to see her before she awoke. Carrie was curled up in the bed alone, her hand on the pillow beside her that she hugged to her chest. She used to rest her hand on my heart like that.

Now she had a fucking pillow instead of me.

I didn’t dare move closer, because I didn’t want to wake her up. Didn’t want to break the moment. She’d hidden herself away from me last night after I’d mentioned that I felt I didn’t need a therapist again. I shouldn’t have said my thoughts out loud. She was so fucking convinced I needed help, but after I’d made love to her, I’d actually felt normal again.

I wish she could feel how I felt after she touched me. Then maybe she’d believe me when I said all I needed was her. She stirred and rubbed her nose, crinkling it up adorably, and glanced up at me within seconds. Her eyes were guarded. She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said, smoothing her red hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear. “I’m going to grab some firewood and get some coffee started.”

She nodded once. “Thanks.”

“We’ll talk when I get back in.” I tipped her face up to mine and kissed her gently, brushing my thumb over her jawline. “I know that we need to talk.”

She sat up, hugging her knees. “We do.”

Heart in my throat, I walked out of the room. I made quick work of brushing my teeth, my mind on her words the whole time even as I walked out the front door. All she wanted was for me to agree to go talk to Dr. Montgomery a few hours a week. I might know I didn’t need it, but she didn’t. I might know this was only a small backslide, and that I’d be okay, but again, she didn’t.

Could I do what she asked of me, while still knowing I wasn’t actually admitting I needed her help to get better? While still making her see I was strong enough on my own? Was going to see Dr. Montgomery again really so much for her to ask at this point, after all I’d done?

I might not think I needed help, but she did. If she thought I needed help, then I’d get it for her. It wouldn’t help, but I’d do it. It would help her.

Unlocking the front door, I stepped outside. As I headed toward the woodpile in nothing more than jeans and a pair of boots, I knew I’d finally come to the right conclusion. Knew my head was on straighter than it had been in a while. When I reached the spot where the wood was stored, I let out a relieved sigh. Once I’d agree to get help, she’d tell me to come home, and then we’d both be back to normal.

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