Page 19 of Follow Me

“Do you feel you’ve done that?” Doyle asked.

She slowly shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Are youreallyready to work with us to try to make that happen?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you wanting to do this for you, or for him?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m ready to do it forme.”

Doyle passed the metaphorical baton to Niall.

Niall spoke up. “We’ve decided we’re goin’ to give ye a few mantras we want ye to say every day, mornin’ an’ night, an’ at any time ye feel ye doubt yerself.” He sat forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “Close yer eyes an’ sit back an’ listen to the sound of my voice…”

By the end of their session, Niall had not only hypnotized her, he’d used it to help her memorize the mantras.

I am enough.

I am more than my body.

Kel has always loved me the way I am. He fell in love with me the way I was. I am, and always have been, good enough for my Master.

My friends love me.

The last one, which really made her cry.It’s not my fault. I did nothing wrong.

Meaning losing their baby.

Because despite knowing the truth, knowing the doctors told her it justhappened, yes, shedidstill feel it was her fault.

How could she not?

“One more thing,” Doug said. “Youwillhave contact with Kel at least once a day until you’re living together again. Either talking to him on the phone, or seeing him in person, or both, if you wish.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

The men exchanged a glance. “Are we good, gentlemen?” Doug asked.

“I think so.” Doyle glanced at his watch. “And I have a plane to London to catch, so I need to get moving.” He stood and opened his arms to her. “You can say no to hugs.”

She stood and hugged him, closing her eyes and sighing as he actuallyhuggedher. “Promise me you guys will work with Kel on trying to get him to see I’m stronger than he thinks I am.”

“We will,” Doyle said when he released her. “But I think seeing you healthy and thriving will go a long way to helping him with that.”