Dangerous Therapy: O'Connor Brothers (Volume 1) by Rhonda Brewer Page B

They had other friends growing up, but they were always each other’s best friend. The only time they drifted apart was the last few months of Marina’s marriage, but even then they talked every day.
    “I know, and I’ll miss you like crazy but we can talk on the phone and Skype, so you’ll see Danny.” Marina’s attempt at sounding upbeat was not fooling Stephanie. She said Marc wasn’t bothering her, but he was still living in St. John’s. There was always a chance of running into him, and he was crazy enough to start causing trouble. Especially if he was still on drugs.
    For the next hour they talked. Plans were made for a family get together, and a couple of shopping trips. Marina was leaving in ten days. With her new job, the only days Stephanie could leave were her days off. It wasn’t a typical nine to five. Cora would probably accommodate Stephanie if she asked, but the thought of someone else helping John was not pleasant. Nobody was helping him but her.
    She opened her laptop to check her email after her phone call. Damn it . Brad emailed her again. She’d been receiving emails from him on and off over the last few months. She’d just forwarded them to her lawyer without even opening them. However, the subject line of this email had her curious. He’d typed the word regret in all capital letters. She hovered her mouse over the email. Did she really want to know what he had to say? Did she really want to open that can of worms? Arg ! She clicked the email and watched it load.
    Steph
    So I guess you are not going to let this go. I got a letter from your lawyer. If you think this is going to work, you are sadly mistaken. I don’t owe you anything, and I’ll fight this to the end. You don’t know who you are dealing with. I assumed you knew that I would not just roll over and give you MY money. This is going to end badly. Really badly. This is the last warning I’m going to give you. Call off the lawyer or you will live to regret it.
    Bradley
    Was he kidding? Did he really think threats would stop her from trying to get back what was hers? It wasn’t going to work. Brad didn’t scare her in the least, and she’d be damned if she called off the lawyer. Brad was the one who cleaned out their joint account. All of that money was hers. He was the one that screwed it all up, and since when did he go from being Brad to Bradley? He hated when anyone called him that. Guess she didn’t know him as well as she thought.
    Stephanie was about to delete the email but decided to save it in case things got nasty. It wouldn’t look good on him if she produced threatening emails. She needed to let her lawyer know about this. After forwarding the email to Fred, she closed her laptop. A cold chill ran down her spine. What if he was like Marc? Brad never seemed like the violent type, but then again he didn’t seem like the type of man who would cheat either. She shook off the thoughts. He was just trying to scare her. He’d never really do anything to physically hurt her. Would he?
    Her tea. Damn it. It was definitely cold by now. She should probably get to bed. God only knew what time John would get up. The next day was going to be rough. The massage therapy was going to be hell. She forgot how to breathe being so close to him. What was wrong with her? She just ended a disaster of a relationship, and here she was thinking about John in ways she really shouldn’t be. This job was looking more and more like a bad plan.
    She popped her tea in the microwave and gazed out through the kitchen window. The sky was clear, and she could see the ocean in the distance. June wasn’t always warm, but the large wicker chair on the back deck beckoned her. Hot tea and a bedroom blanket in hand, she opened the patio doors and headed outside to the patio.
    John’s garden wasn’t large, but it was beautifully landscaped. The deck went the entire length of the house. Another set of patio doors were on the other side leading into