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Chapter 12
Layla was sitting in Dr. Victoria Samuelson’s office telling her what had transpired during the last twenty-four hours. She was reluctant to mention the sex stuff to her, but she did. Layla wanted to be as transparent as possible with Victoria so she could get the help she needed.
“Goodness. You had a packed few days.”
“Yeah. I guess my hormones went out of control,” Layla admitted sheepishly.
“Tell me more about your feelings on this” — she stopped to look at her notes — “Carter Mitchell.”
“I admit that I find him very attractive. He is so . . . so intrig
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