Page 178 of Pucking Them
Bullseye.
She tosses her notepad onto the table, knocking over a bottle of water with a bang.
I startle.
“Do you want to hear my assessment?” Olivia leans forward.
“I really don’t.” When my phone vibrates in my pocket, I sigh with relief.
Saved by the text.
I hold up my finger. “Hold on.”
Olivia stares at me in shock like she’s never been spoken to like that.
It serves her right for trying to outdom a dom.
I drag out my phone. I fumble, almost dropping it. With difficulty, I clutch it to my chest.
I blink rapidly, trying to make out the words.
It’s from Garcia — a single word.
SUCCESS
I grin.
Garcia is the fucking best.
He is smart and shady enough to know not to send anything incriminating over text. He has been trying to hack everyone’s phones at Bay Rebels. I may not have shared with Robyn just hownot quite legalGarcia’s methods are. Yet they are effective.
My heart races with both anticipation and fear.
He’s worked out who helped Wilder to attack me.
I need to know, but part of me doesn’t want to.
I trust the players.
I fucking hope that I am right to.
“No phones during sessions,” Olivia says, sharply.
I ignore her, pushing myself shakily to my feet. “No problem. Since you don’t seem to know why I am having these issues, I’ll find someone else who does.”
I love the stunned shock that spreads over Olivia’s face, wiping away her usual smugness.
I’ve caught her off guard for the first time.
Olivia launches herself up as well. “Mr. McKenna hired me. This isn’t optional for you. It’s your job. You must attend my sessions.”
“Coach hired you as a mental skills coach. I can seek other medical advice and a second opinion.”
“Wait.” She scrambles around the table, banging her knee on the corner.
I turn away from her. “I have a doctor I actually trust. I should have gone straight to him and shown him the medication.”
Olivia’s eyes widen. “Sit down. Why don’t we talk about this? You mustn’t stop taking them. It would be dangerous. You could have withdrawal-type symptoms.”
