Free Better with Ben (How to Tame a Heartbreaker Book 3) by Casey McMillin

Probably. He told himself that was the case a dozen times that night. By the time he went to sleep he almost believed it.
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    Taylor made it through the next week without having another full-blown panic attack. There was a close call or two every day, but she managed to talk herself down without puking or passing out, and because of that, she thought of it as a successful week.
    Not that it had been an easy week, because nothing could be further from the truth. During roughly fifty percent of her every waking minute, her thoughts drifted to the memory of the girl. Maybe it had gotten slightly better as the week passed, but her thoughts were still freaking consumed with the memory despite her efforts to forget.
    Detective James brought her in for questioning one more time during the week after the incident, but it was laid back because they had the killer and his full confession. One of her friends had mentioned that they thought he tried to kill himself, a fact that turned out to be true. The police offered her details about the case when she went in the second time, but Taylor declined, knowing she would only think about it more if she added pieces to the puzzle.
    She'd come really close to having a full-blown attack while she was at the police station, but she went to the restroom where she took a few minutes to talk herself down and splash water on her face.
    It had been just over a week since everything went down, and Taylor had managed to make it without having her prescriptions filled. She thought having made it a week meant she was out of the woods. It was about 6PM on a Monday evening when it started to rain, and by 6:30, it was dumping buckets. For the past week, Taylor had been making sure one of her roommates was home when she was there—especially at night. A couple of times, when she knew her roommates would be gone until after dark, she made arrangements to spend the night at a friend's house.
    She wasn't shy about admitting that she didn't want to be alone, and today was no different. The only reason she was home alone right then was because she knew Gina would be back at seven. She still had thirty minutes of being there alone, which wouldn't have been a huge deal if the rain hadn't started. The ominous grey clouds rolling in instantly reminded her of the misty day at the restaurant.
    Her limbs started tingling with the familiar unwanted feeling that they weren't getting enough blood. By the time the rain was coming down hard, Taylor was on the verge of feeling like she might go ahead and get her prescription filled. If there was a pill that would instantly calm her brain, why not take it? She stared at her car keys, one second feeling like she might get the prescription filled just in case, and the next second feeling like she might not even be physically capable of making it to the drug store.
    The sun was setting anyway, but the storm made it unusually dark, and in between waves of nausea and light-headedness, she went around the house, turning on every light. She was flat out scared and didn't know if she could stand another minute of being in the house alone. She had a great imagination, and it was definitely more of a curse than a blessing at the moment.
    She was scared of two things: the memory of the girl and of heart failure from not being able to talk herself out of the panic attack. Was it possible to give yourself heart failure by worrying about heart failure? Normally, she'd probably say no to that question, but right that second, Taylor was pretty sure she had the ability to stop her own heart.
    The bad part was—she was helpless to make it stop. She considered getting in the car, but couldn't imagine driving while she was on the verge of passing out. The thought of not being fit to drive sent a brand new wave of panic rushing through her.
    She laid flat on her stomach, pressing her face to the cold tile floor in the kitchen. The shock of the cold tile on her face was the only thing keeping