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“His name is Luke. He was the detective who tried to get me to leave Snake over the years.”
She smiled softly. “It makes sense you would develop feelings for someone who represented safety to you, someone who had cared for you over the years.”
“It was stupid.” I said, embarrassed.
She reached out and grabbed my hand, holding it gently in hers. “Maggie, caring for someone is not stupid. Luke sounds like a good man, an honest man, a safe man, and from what I can gather, you haven’t had that with a man in your life before him.”
“No.” I admitted.
She sat back on her stool and repeated her words from before. “How is your depression?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Well, do you feel like being around people, feel like talking, socializing? Do you have an interest in things?”
“No.”
“No to what?”
“All of it.”
She smiled sadly again. “Okay, I’d like to try a different medication than the one initially prescribed by the physician at the hospital. Would that be all right with you?”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
She grabbed her laptop and started typing. “I can send the prescription electronically to the pharmacy the club uses, and I’ll have Becs pick it up for you. I also want to see you back here in two weeks unless you start feeling worse.” She put down her laptop and pulled a card from the pocket of her lab coat. “I want you to call me with anything, okay? Even if you think whatever you’re experiencing isn’t a big deal, I want you to let me be the judge of that.”
I nodded and took the card. “Okay.”
“Maggie, I read through the notes from your hospital stay, and I know that you were assaulted sexually.” I swallowed hard when she squeezed my hand. “I know there are no physical scars from that, and all tests for STDs came back clear, but I’m concerned about you emotionally. I’d like to encourage you to see a therapist to talk about it.”
“I don’t remember it.”
“I read that, but something tells me it wasn’t the first time it happened with this man. Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong, but that’s just how it always was with him.”
“That’s not the way it’s supposed to be, Maggie.” I remained quiet, and she pulled another card from her pocket with a different name on it. “Call this number, Maggie. She’s a friend of mine and a fantastic therapist. She’ll even come to you so you don’t have to fear going outside, and the club doesn’t have to stress that you’re out in the open too much until they catch this man.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Please consider it, Maggie. Do this for you.” She squeezed my hand one more time before standing and going to the door. She pulled it open and stepped out, maybe to talk to Gunner, but he walked past her into the room. I heard her voice, though, and assumed she was talking to Becs.
“Everything okay?”
I met his dark blue eyes and smiled a small smile. “Yeah, everything’s okay.”
CHAPTER NINE
GUNNER
“Any news?” Bear inquired, and I shook my head, causing a stir of grumbles through the bar.
Bear turned toward Luke. “Anything?”
“Not a damn thing. I have eyes everywhere watching for him to pop up, but so far, nobody’s seen anything,” Luke admitted. “If Maggie could remember anything that implicates him in her attack, I could involve a hell of a lot more people.”
Bear nodded and looked at me. “Still nothing?”