Chapter 22

VOLUME TWO: WATCH OVER ME

Rowan Beale glanced at the clock on the wall and fought to keep her expression neutral, her posture relaxed. She'd had enough of these sessions to know that any sign of impatience or resistance would prompt Dr. Powers to extend their time together, trying to unearth the root of the discomfort. Rowan would rather have bamboo shoved under her fingernails than continue to have this woman explore her psyche. But the department had its rules, and as the in-house shrink, Tisha Powers had all the control. Without her go ahead, Rowan wasn't getting off the desk she'd been riding for the past two months. So she'd play nice.

"How are you feeling today, Rowan?"

"Fine." A lie, but the truth would keep her on the desk.

One blonde brow arched, telling Rowan that Dr. Powers didn't buy it. "What did you do this weekend?"

For once, she had something to report. "I went to a birthday party."