The unvarnished truth was that Zach was a lonely, middle-aged, divorced psychiatrist when “Marquel” entered his life. Their sessions had been a mix of tears, anger, darkness and sexual tension. Loving her was the biggest risk he had taken since opening a practice in Beverly Hills. He understood the consequences, but broke his professional ethics for a second chance at love.
He was mesmerized by her. Rumors of a nervous breakdown were just surfacing in the gossip magazines and it was his job to keep her functioning. It was a constant struggle, trying to keep up with the demons that were haunting her.
The car door opened and her gorgeous smile sent his heart racing, as it always did. Its appearance had been so rare in their early days.
“Did you have a good session?” He could see her eyes were red.
She picked up the flowers and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. “You always do the right thing.”
He pulled her in for another kiss, this one lingering.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” her finger circled his mouth and she gave him another light kiss before buckling her seat belt. “You make everything right with the world.”
He never felt this way with Isabel. His ex never had the look of love in her eyes when she spoke to him. This was the happiest he’d ever been with a woman.