Forbidden Feelings

as a successful lawyer; she was a prominent psychologist with a busy practic

her sleek, modern kitchen. It was sunny, the coffee was percolating,

ly, as she marveled at its flavor. Keeping an eye on the clock on the wall, she k

A call had come from his primary care doctor asking for help treating Ryan's anxie

ael strode across the kitchen door, da

giving Emma a peck on the ch

king great, thanks. Today I have a new patient

ic. No doubt you'll do a great job. P.S. where's my phone?

ght want to review your study." You were working

hat feeling again, that something wasn't right; And though she could not put her finger on what it was, s

nd remembered it was her time with Ryan. She inhaled, stood up, and straightened her dres

excited and fearful. She didn know what the next hou

atures, bright blue eyes. He was more handsome than she had ev

ng for his hand. "Thank you f

but not crushing grip. "Thanks, Dr.

ookshelves and a velvet loveseat. She waved for him

lf," Emma said and took out me notebook

fighting anxiety and depression a long time," he said, his voice low and silky. "I've done therap

, Ryan. Can you explain a little more about what you've been e

...I feel stuck, I guess. It was like I was going through 

do something with that," she said, smiling encouragingly. "But before we get started,

g in his eyes. "Thanks, Dr. Ta

"Please, call me Emma. We're going to be working together, we're goin

le tugging on his

ogressed. She was committed to helping him get to the bottom of hi

as more to Ryan's story, that there was something he wasn't sa

 become used to his presence in her study, an

d as she walked him to the door. Highlights wil

nkled the corners of hi

the least levelheaded. She had a feeling that