Finding Infinity by Layne Harper Read Free Book Online

very protective. I like that. I’m not sure that I could be good friends with anyone who’s that close to you.” She places her hand on my cheek, and it’s so fucking reassuring that I’m almost ashamed of myself.
    Wow! That wasn’t the answer that I was prepared to hear, but God, it just makes me love Charlie even more. She gets my need to keep Jenny as my assistant. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep both of them happy. “Sometimes, Doctor Collins, you amaze me,” I tell her, as I pull her on the ground with me and cuddle her in my lap.
    She giggles. “Why’s that?”
    “Because you’re mine. And I adore you. Any other issues?”
    “Yes,” she says, rather timidly, for Charlie. “I want to talk to you about releasing your medical records. I want to know why you will not do it and shut the critics up.” She gets that pleading look in her eyes that drives me crazy. “Colin, it’s on the main-stream media now. It was the lead story on the Today Show this morning . ”
    Didn’t this conversation just take a ninety-degree turn? Fuck. I’m not ready to have this discussion with her yet. I’ve gotten a copy of my medical history, and Aiden has attorneys and doctors combing through it. I’m not convinced that it’s going to do any good to release it, and I fucking loathe the idea of pandering to the vultures.
    “There’s a lot to consider. We’ll figure it out,” I tell her, knowing good and well that it’s not going to shut her up.
    “When, Colin? I feel like a prisoner. I can’t turn on the TV, or read a magazine without hearing speculation of you being a drug user. People are calling my phone, trying to get a quote from me about it. It’s turned into a raging inferno of a story, when you and I both know that there’s really nothing there. Just release them, and shut everyone up.” She pauses, and tries to hide the accusatory look in her eye, but I fucking see it. “Unless there’s more to the story?”
    She leaves the last sentence dangling. I’m pissed that she’s even questioning my honesty. I poured my heart out to her. I told her the sickest shit ever about me. How dare she question my integrity?
    “I fucking told you everything, Caroline. Don’t ask me, ever again, if there’s more to the story. You know more about me than anyone else,” I throw back at her.
    I stand up, pushing her off of me, and walk into the bathroom, slamming the doors behind me. I’ve got to cool off before I say something I’m going to regret. I splash cold water on my face, and try to talk myself down. The weight is crushing my chest to the point where I’m finding it difficult to breathe. I mean, I know that I haven’t been the ideal boyfriend, but fuck. I’ve never given her one reason to question my honesty. I rationalize that I can’t shut her out now that she’s talking, but I’m fucking livid that she questioned me. I try taking deep breaths again to lower my heart rate, but it’s no fucking use.
    She’s punishing me for opening up to her, and that is bullshit. Does she not realize that I’ve been more honest with her about my faults than I have with anyone else?
    When I walk into the toilet closet to take a piss, I see that the seat is up. Then, like a punch in the gut, I realize why. The pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Images of the sweat-drenched security guys sitting at my breakfast bar flash through my mind. Charlie’s voice when I called her. The toilet seat is raised.
    She’s started doing it again. She’s sick again. I remember her in college, when I discovered her secret. I see her naked, and trying to shield her painfully thin body from my eyes. I see her full breasts that became so tiny she looked like a child. “Oh my God, I’m losing her again,” I say to myself.
    Panic washes over me so deeply that I have to momentarily grip the wall, because I can’t breathe. When I recover, I fly out of the master bathroom and see her sitting back on the couch. She looks fragile