She bit her lip, looking worried. He slid her lip free. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you on your own.”
“I’m not worried about that. I know you’re close by. I just don’t want to stand in the way of you doing what you need to or inconvenience Colin and the others.”
“You’re not inconveniencing anyone. They volunteered. And did you ever think that it’s me who doesn’t want to be apart from you and that’s why I’m sticking around?”
He could see she was skeptical, but it was partly true. He wasn’t quite ready to leave her, and he could only guess how Max was feeling right now.
“Behave.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” There was a spark in her eyes and relief filled him. He felt he had more of an idea of what was going on with her now. He knew what to do next time he needed to know what was going on with her, he’d simply spank her until she came clean.
Yeah, he could be down with doing just that. Sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do.
Chapter Twelve
“Savannah, how do you feel about dogs?”
“What?”
Savannah stared at Molly dumbly. Crap, what had they been talking about? She had to admit she wasn’t paying as much attention to their conversation as she should be. She was just so tired. Every time she closed her eyes at night, she imagined Max in trouble, that he was injured, or needed her.
It had been three days. How was she going to last much longer?
“Dogs?”
“Yes. Specifically, service dogs. I think a service dog could be a great help to you. They can be a big comfort during a panic attack. They can also be trained to find help if needed, or steer you away from things that might trigger an attack.”
“I like dogs. But isn’t there a long wait?”
“There is. But I have a friend who trains them. I could get in touch with her.”
“All right. Thanks.”
She rubbed her temple.
“Headache?” Molly asked sympathetically.
“Yeah. I think I need to take something for it.” She wanted to end the Skype call so she could curl up on the couch and watch something mind-numbing on television. Molly had had a cancelation, so she’d managed to fit her in earlier today than usual.
“You look tired, Savannah. Are you finding it hard to sleep with Max away?”
She didn’t bother to deny it. “I’m so worried about him.”
Molly nodded. “It must be hard, having no idea where he is or if he’s safe. But you need to try to sleep. Have you tried placing some drops of lavender on your pillow?”
She shook her head with a small smile. “No, Logan would love that.”
Molly shrugged. “I’m sure he’d put up with it if it meant it helped you. I don’t think there’s much your men wouldn’t do to ensure you were happy.”
Was that a note of envy she heard in Molly’s voice? She wished she felt close enough to ask the other woman if everything was all right.
“Try chamomile tea. And there are homeopathic sleep aids you can buy. If things get really bad, I can prescribe sleeping pills, but I’d rather avoid that if possible.”
So would Savannah.
“I better go, my next patient, is here.”
Savannah sat back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling.