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, sheâk
A call had come from his primary care doctor asking for helpâtreating Ryan's anxie
aelâstrode 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 aâgreat job. P.S. where'sâmy phone?
ght want to review your study." You were working
hat feeling again, that somethingâwasn't right; And though she could not put her finger on what it was, s
nd remembered itâwas her time with Ryan. She inhaled, stood up, and straightenedâher dres
excited and fearful. She didn know what the next hou
atures, bright blue eyes. He was more handsome than she had ev
ng forâhis 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 youâexplain a little more about what you've been e
...I feel stuck, I guess. It was like I was going throughâ
do something with that," sheâsaid, 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 committedâto helping him get to the bottom of hi
as more to Ryan's story, that there was something he wasn't sa
âbecome used to his presence in her study, an
d as sheâwalked him to the door. Highlightsâwil
nkled the corners of hi
the least levelheaded. She had a feeling that
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