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I want to say no, but it’s time to face facts. “I think it is.”
Laney stares at me for a long minute. “How was it before you had the aneurysm?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, what did you do differently then compared to now?”
“Nothing. I just picked up a football and threw. I never had to think about it.”
“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re so worried, you’re overthinking it.”
I gaze blankly at Laney. Overthinking it? Is that possible? “I never thought of it like that.”
“Well, this night is all about new perspective, right?”
“I guess.” I nuzzle her neck and nip at her skin.
My Lemon is smart, sassy, and now psychoanalytic. I hit the jackpot with this one.
