Chapter 19

“Do you?” Emma asked him.

“Yes. Unequivocally, yes.”

“Once more with feeling,” Emma challenged.

I hadn’t bought Goose’s claim, either.

“Okay. No,” he admitted. “Sometimes, I still see my part in it all.”

“You don’t have a part, Goose.” I slid closer. “In my healing, yes. Every step of the way, you’ve been there, and I never would have gotten as far as I have without that.”

“This isn’t about me, anyway,” Goose said.

“It’s about us.”

“Patrick’s right,” Emma told him.

“It’s the same old story.” Goose sighed. “Intellect versus emotion.”

“Same.”

“Lucky for you, that sums up what we do here.” Emma’s voice and calm demeanor was as soothing as the fountain. “Go on, Goose.”

“I know what I know. I know I didn’t drive Tom to do what he did, but I also feel how I feel, like I should have at least seen it coming, like I put Patrick in his crosshairs.”

“You put Patrick in your heart.”

“I like him there,” Goose told Emma.