Therapeutic Reunion

Phoebe choked on her food, coughing so hard the half-chewed morsel nearly launched across the table. "I hit you with a belt?"

"Yes. I'm fairly certain the welt is still on my chest. Want to inspect the evidence?" His hands hovered near his shirt buttons, ready to peel away the fabric.

"N-No, that won't be necessary," she blurted, color rushing to her cheeks.

Dane leaned in, eyes sharp as broken gl