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help.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m sick of talking,” she muttered. “All I do is talk and that damn therapist can kiss my ass.”
    It was a hell of an ass.
    Rogan cleared his throat. “The damn therapist charges through the nose.”
    Miller paled then glanced down at her cup of tea. “I know. Sorry, I sound ungrateful.”
    Tired, he spoke without thinking.
    “All I meant is she’s paid to help you. If she’s not helping, then you need to tell me.”
    “Like you don’t have enough problems.” She ran her finger along the top of her cup.
    “What does that mean?”
    “I know I’m just another thing on your list to worry about. You’ve already got enough on your plate.”
    He frowned. Should he tell her he avoided her because she meant too much? Because she was coming to mean more to him than everything else?
    Nope, bad idea.
    “Miller, look at me.” He waited patiently, sipping his tea as she met his gaze. “If there is something going on, then I expect you to tell me.”
    She let out an exasperated breath. “Me? I’m fine. You’re the one who’s out all hours of the night. Don’t you have men you can delegate to? You need your sleep as well. You’re going to get ill.”
    She was scolding him? When was the last time someone had dared to scold him? Or cared about him? He warmed under her caring and he realized she was drawing him further under her spell.
    Having her live with him played hell with his peace of mind.
     
     
    ***
     
    “I’m fine, Tilly.” Miller stared at herself in the mirror as her best friend chattered through the phone.
    Tilly’s happiness filled her voice. She’d finally found a man who adored her, who recognized the treasure she was.
    Miller didn’t get the kinky stuff they enjoyed. Yeah, she could get into being tied up and fucked. But having your partner dominate you? Spank you?
    Then again, would she object to Rogan putting her over his knee? To his commanding her in the bedroom? Her clit throbbed as pulses of desire raced through her.
    She’d do whatever Rogan wanted.
    “Miller? Miller, are you listening to me?”
    “Sorry, Tilly, what did you say? I was distracted.” By the thought of Rogan kissing her, caressing her ass, squeezing her nipples.
    Bad girl. Very bad girl.
    “Is everything all right? Are you having problems? Is the therapy still helping? Are you exercising? Meditating?” Tilly fired the questions at her.
    Her therapist insisted she exercise to get the endorphins flowing and meditating was meant to help keep down her stress levels.
    Vital steps on the road to her recovery. Or so her doctor had told her. Ick.
    She found exercise pretty much on par with getting a root canal and couldn’t sit still long enough to meditate.
    “Woo, calm down. Take a breath.”
    “Are you all right, Miller?”
    “Sure, it’s all going great,” she said brightly.
    “I know when you’re lying to me. Do you need me?”
    Fantastic. She loved her friend. More than anyone else on this planet. But Tilly would smother her. She’d do it with the best intentions, but Miller needed to work out who she was now. She needed to figure out what to do with her life.
    She wouldn’t be able to do that if Tilly was fussing over her.
    “I’m coming down there,” Tilly said suddenly.
    “No, Tilly, you’re not.”
    “You sound funny. I’m worried about you. I knew you should have moved in with us. What does Rogan know about looking after you? The environment you’re in isn’t safe, Miller.”
    She understood. Living with the boss of a gang would seem ludicrous to most people. Especially for someone who had been drugged and terrorized by another gang.
    But she felt safer here than she ever had. No one would touch her while under Rogan’s protection. She’d always taken care of herself—having someone else look out for her was odd and wonderful all at the same time.
    Don’t become too reliant on him. You won’t be here forever.
    As much as she cared for Rogan, as attracted as she