Chapter 11

"Are you really going to ask me that now?" Dean suppressed a groan as Thalia's sharp hazel eyes swept over him, she looked at him up and down, side to side, and she was really examining him like he was an item she was going to buy. He knew that she was confused by his presence, but hopefully they could talk about it later.

"You're not a journalist, am I right?"

He answered her without hesitation. "Not really. And I'm happy to explain it to you, Thalia. Just not now."

Fortunately, Thalia understood what he said. "Okay, fine. I'll accept whatever your reason as of now. But..." She let out a shaky breath. "Promise me that I can trust you, Dean."

His chest squeezed. Crap. The vulnerability flashing in those big eyes of hers was completely uncharacteristic.

Of course, his observation here is ironic because he doesn't really know Thalia very well. And yet he knew without a shred of doubt that revealing fear or insecurities was not something Dr. Ricafort did often.

"You can trust me," he pro