Don't Close Your Eyes (Stephanie Chalice Thrillers Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you yesterday. I was away for an extended weekend—professional conference. Can I offer you something to drink?” “No, thanks.” It was another hot day. I took off my blazer and laid it over the back of the couch. The sky was already dimming and I could see people hurrying home from work through Isaacs’s window. Isaacs had a little stubble growing on his chin. Being around all his fellow therapists probably put the bug in his head. Have you ever noticed how many shrinks have facial hair? I think it’s a prerequisite for the degree. Somewhere along the line, most of them undergo psychoanalysis and grow a beard. I guess it’s the Freudian thing to do. “I hope it was nothing serious—” No, nothing serious, just another session of charred arms and terror, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with palpitations. “No, just more of the same.”
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