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finger wound around it, feeling its silkiness.
    “I like your hair down, falling over your shoulders,” he muttered, unable to keep the thoughts in his head where they belonged.
    She didn’t reply, just continued to watch his face. Her eyes softened with every second that passed. His hands slid down her smooth, supple throat. He fought the urge to press his mouth against her skin. When she closed her eyes, the urge overwhelmed him. He lowered his head, breathing in her rose scent.
    “Jordan.” He brushed his lips against her neck. She shivered. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall. Her hands shot up to his chest, blocking any further movement.
    “Brock, no.”
    He kissed just underneath her ear. “Why?”
    “Please, Brock. This has to stop. I cannot be Lanie’s replacement.”
    He withdrew and looked down into her passionate face. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Do you think I want you to replace my girlfriend?”

SEVEN
     
    Jordan’s head knocked a picture off the wall. She looked down at her framed medical license, the broken glass near her right foot. She kicked the black-edged document aside. Brock’s question echoed through her head, and her heart thundered in her ears. She couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
    Could she have read him wrong again? Why else would she be in his strong arms with him pressed close to her unless he was thinking of his girlfriend?
    “Tell me you’re not thinking of her,” she challenged, meeting his eyes. “And if you’re not, explain to me why you’re doing this?” She arched her brow in skepticism. “Do you try to seduce every woman you meet?”
    She thought she saw the hint of a grin, but it disappeared before she could be sure. Her suspicions grew a notch.
    “No.” He dropped his arms and stepped back. “And no, I wasn’t thinking of Lanie just then.”
    “Then who were you thinking about?”
    He hesitated before answering softly, “You.”
    Her heart flipped again, and she wished it hadn’t. Was he telling the truth? She really didn’t know him that well, and today there had been a couple of odd things in his behavior to make her question his actions—most especially, his story. She’d trusted Kenneth, and look how that turned out. Was it any wonder it was hard for her to trust men?
    She folded her arms. “Brock, why are you thinking about me?”
    He shrugged. “I guess it’s because of the things you said earlier. It’s been a while since another woman called me handsome. I like it. It makes me feel like a man again.”
    She walked back to her seat and picked up her pad and pencil. “I’m glad I made you feel that way.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’d be blind not to notice how attractive you are, but Brock,” she said as she turned and faced him, “you can’t do this. This is the very reason I’m referring you to Doctor Fairchild. Please don’t be upset, but I just can’t do this.” She took a deep breath and calmed herself. “I’m not repulsed by your touch—as I’m sure you could tell—but from now on you’ll meet with Doctor Fairchild.”
    He nodded. “Okay.”
    He walked to the door and rested his hand on the knob. She waited for him to say something, but he continued looking at his hand as if he didn’t know what to do next. Finally, he opened the door.
    “Thank you, Dr. Reed. You’ve been a tremendous help for me today.”
    She nodded. “Brock, it was a pleasure knowing you. Just take it one day at a time. You’ll turn out fine. I know it.”
    His lips curved into a smile. “Thanks for everything.”
    After he shut the door behind him, she sighed, grateful to be alone again. She didn’t know why his presence made her nervous. None of her other clients affected her this way, but for some reason, Brock disturbed her. He caused feelings in her she’d never experienced before…especially with a client. She couldn’t even recall experiencing these feelings with