Free The Billionaire's Baby (The Romero Brothers, Book 5) by Shadonna Richards Page B

cold case program on
TV.”
    “Oh? And how does
that make you feel?”
    That’s what she
loved about Dr. Danye . He always asked how she felt.
Of course he was paid hundreds of dollars an hour to ask but he genuinely
cared.
    “I don’t know.”
Amber’s voice cracked ever so slightly. She turned her head to gaze out the
window. The trees swayed and their green leaves rustled in the wind. It was a
calming view of the hills outside. She loved living in Mayberry Hill and was
glad Dr. Danye moved his office there from the bustle
of the city with the noisy traffic and pollution. But she wasn’t feeling very
calm right now. She could feel her blood pressure soar. Her body pumped on
adrenaline. Amber rubbed her belly and had to remember to think positive
thoughts for the sake of her little one. She didn’t want her baby to feel any
of mommy’s distress. In fact, just this week, Jules lovingly chastised her for
saying a not-so-nice word when she accidentally dropped a plate on the floor
smashing it to pieces. “Not around the baby,” he said playing daddy. She smiled
at the recollection.
    Amber drew in a
deep breath. “I don’t really want to talk about that right now, Dr. Danye . I…I can’t. I don’t know how I feel about the case
reopening. I don’t know what leads they might or might not have and my aunt
even told me, it won’t bring back my mom and dad anyway.”
    “But don’t you
want justice to be served? It could bring you closure.” He looked at her with
concern from across the desk. Amber always thought before seeing a therapist that
one had to lie on a couch and confess all her business
to a man sitting with a clipboard on the side. But that image was nothing from
reality that she was experiencing. She felt more like an interview. A business
meeting with the therapist behind the large oak desk and she seated in a plush executive
chair.
    “Yes, of course,
I want justice to be served but I also don’t know what it could do to me to
face the past again.”
    “Understood. It’s
not easy to face that type of horrible reality, Amber. I’m here for you. Just
remember that.”
    She felt warmth
creep over her but then she thought about the man in the waiting room. “There’s
a guy in the waiting area. He’s wearing a long black trench coat and sunglasses
and his hair is streaked with silver. He’s a patient of yours?”
    Dr. Danye looked puzzled. He shook his head. “I don’t think so.
Why?”
    “Well,” Amber
said, getting up. She went over to the door and opened it and peered out in the
reception area in the distance. There were three people earlier but now there were
two. An older woman and a young man. Trench coat guy
was gone.
    Amber’s heartbeat
escalated in her chest.
    “What is it,
Amber? Are you all right?” Dr. Danye said behind her.
He’d gotten up to see what she was looking at.
    Amber walked back
into the office. She didn’t know why she had done that. “I’m sorry,” she said,
drawing in a deep breath. “I guess I’m getting a bit paranoid again. I
thought…there was a guy…oh, nothing.”
    She decided to
let it go. Maybe he was waiting for someone. The waiting area served more than
one specialist.
    “He could have
gone to see someone else here,” Dr. Danye suggested, his tone soothing. “Are you sure you’re okay, Amber?”
    Dr. Danye was a psychologist and not a psychiatrist. One
significant difference was that psychiatrists were medical doctors with
advanced specialized training who could prescribe medication, whereas
psychologists focused on therapy but were not licensed to prescribe drugs. Not
that Amber would feel comfortable taking any meds in her condition for the sake
of her unborn child. At least not if she didn’t have to.
    “I…I’ll be fine,
really,” she reassured him, sitting back down on the seat opposite him. “On the
plus side, you remember when I told you I was feeling so lonely and alone?”
    “Yes, go on.”
    “Well, good news.
I bumped into