Page 151 of Beautiful Trauma

I swept a hand over my face. “What if she thinks that I’m not worth it. That I’ve cost her everything, and being with me is just a constant reminder of all that’s been taken from her.”

Isla stared intently at me. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you, Kellan. She could never think you weren’t worth it. Besides, she knows she can’t go back to her old world.”

“She could start a new life. One away from all this underworld bullshit.”

With a shake of her head, she countered, “She loves you.”

“But what if that’s not enough?”

We were interrupted by the door opening. As Dr. Morrison stepped out, I rushed to meet him. “How’s Mila?”

At his ragged sigh, my heart clenched. “I’m afraid she’s suffering from PTSD and depression.”

I knew that word and that condition all too well. At the thought of how long it had kept me in its clutches, I couldn’t bear for Mila to have to go through it.

“What should I do?”

“I think you need to take her away from the city. Go somewhere the two of you can be alone. It’s been too much too soon for her. The new city, the new home, and all the new family.”

With a wince, I said, “I should’ve thought this through better.”

“She just needs some time to adjust. I think being alone with you will help her to remember why she gave up her world.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

He nodded. “I’m also prescribing some medication to help.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Call me if you need me.”

As he started down the stairs, Isla asked, “Where will you take her?”

There were several options like taking her to the beach house my uncle Seamus owned or New York. But I knew in my heart what the best option was. “I’m taking her to my farm.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: KELLAN

When I told Mila I was going to drive us to the farm, I’m sure she thought it was in one of our family SUVs. That’s why when she came outside and saw the flaming red sports car, she did a double take.

“What is that?” she demanded.

“My car.”

“Since when?”

I laughed. “Since two years ago.”

“Do you ever drive it?”

“When I’m going to the farm.”

“What about bodyguards?”

“They’ll be following us.”

She nodded as she walked to the car. After walking around it, she cocked her brows at me. “Can I drive?”

Snorting, I replied, “Maybe when we get to the farm.”