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and
eager, her body like a line of fire against him. She was the
furthest thing from an Ice Queen he’d ever met.
    He felt shaking hands run through his hair
and stroke the back of his neck. He reached down, smoothed his palm
along her thigh and tugged her tighter against him. She gasped.
    And then so did
someone else .
    Oops.
    They broke apart like guilty teenagers,
aware that they had been caught. He felt embarrassingly out of
breath. The counselor stood in front of them, shaking his head.
    “I came back for my keys,” he told them
sternly.
    Will stiffened his spine. The counselor’s
look alone left him feeling thoroughly chastised despite the fact
that he wasn’t really the one who had fallen off the wagon.
    “I am very disappointed with you both,” the
counselor said. “I hope it wouldn’t have gone any further, but by
the look of things, I think it would have.”
    Will looked down at his rumpled shirt. Then
he glanced at her, and his throat grew dry. Her pale skin was
flushed, her lips pursed into an unhappy pout, and her arms were
crossed, pushing up her chest. The urge to kiss her again was
powerful, even with the counselor watching. He looked away and
coughed into his fist.
    “It’s so important to abstain from sex until
the therapy is well established. Especially sex with another
addict!”
    “I’ve been coming for the
last twenty weeks. When will it be well established?” the girl asked
coolly.
    Will cast her a surprised look. He had no
idea she’d been coming for that long, and he glanced back at the
counselor to await his answer. Will wanted to know as well.
    “When you finally accept that you have a
problem, and are willing to work to fix it,” he said evenly.
    The girl rolled her eyes. “It was only a
kiss.”
    “Nevertheless, we are leaving now, and I
expect to see you both go home—in different directions.”
    Will was very aware of the fury radiating
from his partner in crime as the three of them walked out onto the
open street. He couldn’t help feeling relieved that she was visibly
as frustrated as him, but along with that frustration was the
returning guilt that it probably shouldn’t have happened at
all.
    The counselor escorted Will to his car, and
minutes later, he’d left far behind the girl who would most
definitely haunt his dreams again.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Leah had checked in on Elijah prior to the
meeting—shockingly, her mom had been home and had already made
dinner—so she went straight back to her apartment afterward. She
walked in to find Helena reveling in her new living room. Their old
one had been furnished with an assortment of discounted, inherited
and reclaimed oddments. Nothing had matched. Now with the loan Leah
took out to replace everything that had been stolen, the room was
color-coordinated (a pink sofa, Leah noted—who would have thought
such a thing existed?) and, she had to admit, pretty cool.
    Helena greeted her at the door, grinning her
head off, and took her on a guided tour. Leah wondered if her
friendliness meant that she was finally forgiven.
    “Look at this dinner table. Don’t you love
it? It’s so formal!” Helena gushed, running her fingers over the
dark, glossy wood. She had set a red runner along the middle and
accented it with a red crystal vase filled with dry branches long
enough to almost touch the hanging lights.
    Leah did sort of look forward to eating on
it. Eventually. Her bed had become her new favorite place to
eat.
    Before she could form a reply, Helena
ushered her down the hall. Her new bedroom set was cherry wood, and
the top of her dresser was already cluttered with textbooks,
papers, and the impressive three-tier, blue brocade box where she
kept her formidable collection of nail polishes and nail care
tools. Helena considered her nails a canvas. At the moment, they
were chic black and white diagonal stripes with a line of
rhinestones along the tip.
    Nearly hidden behind the clutter was a
picture frame Leah thought had