Dr. Mom And The Millionaire. Christine Flynn

to crawl out of his skin.

      He hated the thoughts churning inside him, hated the sense of uncertainty that came with them. It hadn’t been so bad when he could numb himself with the anesthetic of work. As long as he was pushing himself mentally or physically, he was fine. When he wanted to avoid the very sort of thoughts plaguing him now, he simply switched into a higher gear, demanding more of himself and, by extension, everyone around him. He’d even managed to escape for a few hours that day, hassling with the fax and working on his contracts. Now, grounded, and with his contracts finished, he had no idea how to escape.