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comes to Evelyn, I’m selfish as hell.

My black pants and royal blue button-up whisk in the wind as I keep my steps lively, walking as fast as I can towards Evelyn’s office. As I push through another door and enter the corridor, I can't help but think about a very specific incident that took place right here. It was in this hallway where I realized Dr. Monroe was just as into me as I was into her. I remember the sound of sensual moaning as I pressed my ear up against her door, my body being filled up with excitement inch by inch the longer I listened. My life hasn't been the same since. Now, Evelyn is mine, and I've been given the gift of hearing those moans up close and personal on a near nightly basis. Life has never been sweeter.

When I reach her door, I’m disappointed to find it still closed. I can hear the faint sound of voices coming from the other side, so I take a seat on the white and navy blue bench outside of the office. Once my butt sinks into the plush cushions, I let my mind wander off while I wait for the door to open.

The first place my mind takes me is where I was before I got here. I don't mean literally before I arrived outside of Evelyn’s office. I mean where I was before she came into my life. Everything wasn't always this great.

It’s been three months since Evelyn and I officially started dating, and our anniversary is marked by a terrible night inside my house, when the woman I was dating before Evelyn decided to break in and strip naked in my basement. Evelyn and I found her on her knees in front of my Saint Andrew’s Cross before she tried to attack Evelyn. It was a terrible night for sure, but it’s handcuffed to how Evelyn and I began, so I struggle to look at it fondly.

That night, Evelyn told me to call her as we stood in my driveway watching as the paramedics loaded my ex girlfriend into the ambulance after she’d fallen down the stairs, cracked her pelvis, and gave herself one helluva concussion. Evelyn and I were shook after all of that, but we still wanted each other. I stood there, hoping my ex hadn't scared her off with all of the drama, and Evelyn told me to call her. She didn't let my baggage scare her away, and I’m grateful for that each and every day.

My ex, on the other hand, has had a rough few months since the night at my house. Ava Pierson was charged with breaking and entering, assault, and stalking. However, since she’s obviously mentally unstable, she never ended up in jail. Ava was sent to Delaware Psychiatric Center, and she has been stuck there ever since. I wonder about her sometimes, but I never let myself care too much. Ava was like a tiny thorn in my side I could never get out. Every time I thought I’d gotten rid of her, she’d stick me again, reminding me she hadn't gone anywhere, and it took Evelyn’s arrival for me to be able to move on for good. My addiction to Ava has finally been extinguished, and my flame for Evelyn glows brighter than ever.

After just a few minutes of waiting, I hear shuffling behind the door to Evelyn’s office. I stand up and use my hands to iron out wrinkles in my button-up. There’s no mirror here, but I rub my palms on my face anyway, wiping away anything around my mouth and eyes I might not want there, before releasing a deep breath. It has been three months, but I still feel nervous in all of the moments leading up to seeing her. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it feels good.

“Thanks again, Dr. Monroe,” a woman’s voice says from behind the door just before it opens, revealing a tall brunette in thick gray sweats and a baggy black shirt so big the woman could hide in it and never be found. Behind her is Evelyn. My Evelyn.

“My pleasure, Janae,” Evelyn says to the woman. “Take it easy this week, okay? I’ll see you soon. Have a good evening.”

The skinny brunette named Janae, reaches up and shakes Evelyn’s hand like they’ve just completed a business deal, before turning on her heel to walk away. As she spins around, she spots me standing in front of the door and is startled a bit.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I tell her with a laugh I hope calms her nerves. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Mm, it’s no problem,” she says to me with a playful smile of her own, her emotions switching gears from how she sounded earlier. “No problem at all.”

The woman keeps the smile plastered on her face as she starts walking down the narrow hallway, and I can see she’s being flirty, but it’s the woman standing in the doorway who has my full attention.

I turn to face Evelyn, and I marvel at how stunning she is. Her red hair is flowing down her back while her blue eyes shine like the ocean reflecting the moon on a cloudless night. Her lips are coated in gloss that draws my eyes to them, and the smile she unleashes makes my knees weak. I let my eyes roam over her luscious body, wrapped in a navy blue dress that flows past her knees and looks as though it was made specifically for her. Dr. Evelyn Monroe is fucking gorgeous, and I smile like a child on his birthday, because she’s mine.

“Good evening,” Dr. Colson,” she says, smiling at me. I can see the eagerness on her face as clear as her perfectly applied makeup.

“Good evening, Dr. Monroe,” I answer. “May I come in.”

Evelyn bites her bottom lip and it sends me reeling. “You better, because I need your hands on me right now.” My heart rate accelerates and my body temperature skyrockets just from looking at her. This is the fire she sets within me.

When I step over the threshold, Evelyn slams the door shut behind me, and the two of us fall into each other, igniting the entire room.

Acknowledgments

I don't know how I did it, but I’ve written a book that tops all others in my catalogue up to this point. The Fallout (The Therapist #3) was so much fun to write, while also heartbreaking and difficult. Infidelity is a tough topic to cover, and it took a lot of work to make sure I covered it the right way. Demi represents so many people who've been through being cheated on, and if I had her give up on Eli, there wouldn't have been a point to write this book, so I made sure she was strong and secure enough to be able to get past his mistake. It’s so difficult to do what Demi did, but I hope her story can maybe help someone out there who might be going through it, whether man or woman.

My wife is my rock, and I appreciate and thank her first, as always. Your support means everything to me, and I called on you a few times for this story. We made it happen once again, baby. I love you. Nobody does it better than the two of us.

Thank you to my cover designer, Robin Harper, for all your hard work and dedication throughout my career and this series.

Thank you to Give Me Books PR for all of your support. We actually kick off our PR for this series tomorrow, and I know we’ll be knee deep in it by the time this book comes out. We all have high hopes and expectations for this series, and I’m excited to watch it all unfold. Thank you, Jo!

Thank you to all of my beta readers and life-long fans who’ve been around since the Frozen Secrets day!

This series is almost done! I have one more story in store for Malcolm, and it’s the craziest and deepest one yet, before I take a step back from him for a bit. If you loved The Therapist, Shameless, and The Fallout, just wait until you read Toxic! Stay tuned!

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