Chapter 142

Three and a half weeks until Christmas. What were the chances a therapist might see him before the New Year? He might go mad if given no choice but to wait.3

“What does the Cstand for?” Dean asked after he shook Ms Hemingway’s hand. A four-letter word entered his mind, pushed out a moment later as he repented. The loathsome reaction was a form of deflecting. Many of his disagreeable actions were. He’d suspected as much before Jay ever called him on it, which led to an argument, and the accusation Jay tried to change him. Good thing he’d mastered his apologies. He didn’t need analysis to understand many tendencies needed to stop.

Maybe the therapy worked. Heh.

One of Ms Hemingway’s eyebrows rose; he still had hold of her hand. Her gaze flickered over his face. Did he wear a strange expression? A cynical smile? Mayo from lunch?

“Not important, but it’s Candice.”