Melt (Steel Brothers Saga #4)

She shook her head. “I wasn’t lying to you. I didn’t ask for that kiss. As far as I’m concerned, he’s just a friend.”


It hadn’t looked like friendship to me, but fine. I’d let it go. After all, she had gone to dinner with me, not him.

“If no one has ever said anything like that to you before, everyone who’s met you is either blind or stupid. Or both.”

She laughed softly. “Of course they’re not, but thank you for saying it to me, Jonah. It means more than you know. On today of all days.”

Right, she had come to me because she had been distraught. Something had happened to Melanie earlier today, and like a completely selfish bastard, I had forgotten to ask her about it. Then, instead of making the day about fun as I’d originally hoped to, we’d begun talking about my own issues.

“Tell me what’s bothering you today. What brought you to me?” Anything that brought her to me worked in my favor, but I did not want her suffering.

“Oh, nothing really.”

I cupped her cheek. “It’s not nothing. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who goes running to a man’s house unless something is truly wrong.”

She visibly swallowed. Then she hoisted herself up so she was sitting on the concrete ledge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water.

I spread her legs and stood between them, rubbing up and down her arms. “You can tell me. I will help if I can.”

“I wish you could help. The truth of the matter is, no one can.”

“That doesn’t sound like the insightful therapist I know.”

She let out a sarcastic chuckle and sniffled. “I don’t have any insight for myself, I’m afraid.”

“Maybe I’ll have some,” I said. “We Steels have brains, you know.”

She smiled. “Oh, I know. A lot of brainpower had to go into making your ranch the empire it has become.”

“That was a few generations before me, I’m afraid,” I said. “But we do need a substantial amount of brainpower to keep it going. That’s for sure.”

She nodded, saying nothing.

“Come on, Melanie. Let me help you.”

She sniffled again. “I’m going to be taking a little…vacation.”

My heart raced. I hoped she wouldn’t be gone long. “A vacation? That’s nothing to be so sad about. Where are you going?”

“I don’t know yet, and I don’t really want to take a vacation.”

“Then why take one?”

“I don’t have a choice. I have to leave my practice for a few weeks. Your brother has probably already gotten a call from Randi canceling all of his appointments for the next three weeks.”

I opened my mouth into a circle and then shut it quickly. “I’m so sorry. Why?”

She looked to the sky and then looked back at me. “Someone filed a complaint about me with the medical board.”

I shot my eyes open. “Whatever for? You’re amazing. Look at what you’ve done for Talon.”

She smiled—sort of. “Talon was one of my success stories.”

“I’m sure he’s one of many.”

She let out a breath of air, the look in her eyes forlorn. “I can’t save them all, Jonah. I only wish I could.”

“Melanie, no one can save them all.”

“I keep looking back, thinking back. What could I have done? How could I have done things differently so the outcome would’ve been good instead of bad?”

My God. I asked myself the same questions all the time. If only I had gone with Talon that day. If only…

“You have me at a little disadvantage here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about one of my patients.”

“What happened?”

She inhaled deeply. “I can’t talk about it.”

“Of course you can.”

“No, I really can’t. Doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Right. I had forgotten about that. “I understand.”

“I wish you did understand, Jonah. I’m just carrying around so much guilt.” And then she chuckled. “I can’t believe I just said that. You do understand guilt, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a little experience in that area.”

“No wonder I was drawn here. To you. Because you’re the one person who might just understand.”

I had been hoping she had been drawn to me for reasons other than guilt, but I’d take what I could get. I knew she had been looking for comfort, and I hoped I’d helped give her that.

I tugged on her arms and pulled her down to meet my mouth. I brushed my lips over hers, giving her a few soft kisses. “I will try to help you in any way I can.”

“All right.” She sighed. “I was kind of fudging about doctor-patient confidentiality. I can talk about it, especially under these particular circumstances. I just can’t name names. It’s just that…I don’t really want to talk about it. But I know I have to.” She laughed a bit. “God, I tell my patients all the time that they need to talk if they want to heal.” She shook her head, her wet hair sending a few droplets of water onto me. “I had a patient, Jonah. A patient who…didn’t make it.”

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