Jessica and he were on the same page with therapy sucking. "Therapy is for normal people with normal problems. Not issues of the enhanced variety where the dipshit on the chair thinks everything is a fucking euphemism." Yup, Jess was still mad about that.

She glanced over at him, then down along his body. Her hand lifted to trail along his chest and down to that dip in his hip, finger trailing little circles around it. "That so? You willing to make a bet about that?"