to make a life with him.
Adi was the best thing that had ever happened to me regardless of the relationship she had been born of. Maybe one day when she was older and she asked the right questions, I could be completely honest with her.
For now? There really was nothing more to say.
Chapter 21
CHRIS
When I walked into the therapy center on Monday, I stopped when I realized there was someone in there already. A man stood near the door to the office with his back turned to me. It almost looked like he was trying to peek into it through the window overlooking the floor.
What he hoped to find in there, I had no idea. Patient files were stored away every afternoon and there was nothing of interest or value in there otherwise.
I also had no clue how he’d gotten in, considering that Hunter didn’t seem to be around and usually patients stayed in the waiting room until one of us called them in. I cleared my throat to announce my arrival and let the door bang shut behind me.
“Excuse me. Can I help you?”
The man spun around, and his dark eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on me. I recognized the leather cut at the same moment I saw his face.
“I’ve heard you’re treating my daughter here,” Craig, April’s ex, said. “I came to check you out. Make sure this is a safe place for her.”
His tone held a hint of malice that was impossible to miss, but I wasn’t worried about it. I’d been itching to punch this guy for weeks now. Maybe he’d give me a second chance to do it.
I strode up to him, leaving only a few feet of space between our chests. “I am treating her. You’re welcome to check out the facility, but I can assure you that the place is safe.”
He snorted and cracked his knuckles in his fist. “Of course you’d say that. What I need is an unbiased referral from a real doctor saying you’re not some hack who’s only hurting her.”
“Some hack who’s only hurting her?” My brows lifted. “I believe there’s only one of those in this room right now, and it’s not me. Why did you really come here, Craig?”
“I’ve already told you I came to check out the place my daughter will be treated in. I’m entitled to that, aren’t I?”
“She won’t be treated here. She already is receiving treatment here and she has been for more than a month. Why come here now?”
He took a step forward, presumably in another attempt to intimidate me. If only he knew how bored I was by his routine, he wouldn’t have bothered. I’d known guys like him all my life, and I could take care of myself.
Puffing up his chest and banging on it wouldn’t scare me. The gleam in his eye was familiar, too. He meant to strike the fear of God into me.
Sorry, buddy. That ain’t happening.
“I came because I heard you’ve been hanging around with my wife and my kid. Looked into it and found out you’re also the doctor treating her.”
“So?” I exhaled through my nostrils, silently praying that none of our actual patients walked in right then.
I could handle Craig, but this was supposed to be a place of comfort, healing, and positivity. We did our very best to keep all the shit that had happened to most of our patients in other areas of this hospital out of the room.
If they came in to find a crazy macho biker threatening me, we’d have some work to do to get the levels of calm back to where they should be.
Craig stabbed a meaty finger into my chest. “So? So I don’t want you talking to my wife, you pretentious fuck.”
“Ex-wife,” I corrected, and his face turned the color of a ripe eggplant. “You’re no longer married to her and your daughter has been in therapy with me for weeks, as I’ve said before. If you have any questions about her treatment, please direct them to my office and my assistant will be sure to update you in due course.”
“Bullshit. I want answers from you right now, and while you’re at it, stop talking to my wife.” His finger dug into my pec.
I removed it by swatting it away like it was nothing more than an annoying mosquito. “I’ll do whatever I see fit. I can’t provide comprehensive updates about patients during my appointment hours. Email my office and we’ll have the feedback sent