Chapter 155

“Maybe I saw the similarity. Maybe it warmed me to you.”

So he didn’t imagine it: the dog’s eyes were a similar shade to his. Should he roll over for her?

“And Brian asked nicely.” She took back the photograph.

“You feel you owe him one. Or several.”

“Something like that, though he doesn’t see it that way.”

Dean resisted suggesting there were other ways to pay Brian back, all his ideas unethical. Not to mention the man dated April. Neither did he ask if his sessions remained confidential despite her obvious acquaintance with the vet, their association now a little more personal than Dean first surmised. He had no need to be a mind reader to realise Candice’s easy-going temperament might turn to anger at the suggestion. The emotion might not manifest in her head spinning around, and she might not kick him out, but he didn’t want to take the risk. He wouldn’t have the willpower to seek help from someone else and didn’t want to lose ground.