Free Michael's Discovery by Sherryl Woods

said wryly.
    “What did you expect?”
    “I suppose I was hoping you’d mix a tiny bit of compassion in with the lecture,” she admitted. “Imagine that this was a guy you’d had the hots for during most of your adult life. Wouldn’t you have done exactly what I did, given the chance?”
    “You weren’t exactly given the chance,” Moira reminded her. “You stole it.”
    “A technicality,” Kelly insisted. “Remember, he did kiss me back.”
    “Which only proves he’s a red-blooded male.”
    “You don’t intend to give an inch on this, do you?” Kelly asked wearily.
    “And let you off the hook? No way.” Moira’s disapproving frown did lift ever so slightly, though. She leaned forward and subjected Kelly to a thorough survey. “Judging from the pink in your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes, the kiss must have been worth putting your professional reputation on the line.”
    Kelly sighed. “Oh, yes,” she confided dreamily.“That kiss was everything I ever dreamed of, and then some. I can only imagine what kissing him would be like if his heart was really in it.”
    “Probably best not to go there,” Moira said. “You might be tempted to try it again.”
    “Oh, I suspect I will be,” Kelly admitted. Before her friend could react to that, she squared her shoulders with renewed resolve. “But the next time, I’m going to resist. I’m going to remind myself that I am not in Michael’s life as a woman, but as a therapist. That I have a job to do, and I won’t be able to do it if there’s all that kissing going on.”
    “Great logic,” Moira said, laughing. “Tell me again why you were at the pub.”
    “So we could get to know each other better.”
    “Well, kissing would definitely accomplish that,” Moira noted.
    “Actually, it was all about gaining his trust,” Kelly corrected. “I don’t think the kissing accomplished that. If anything, it probably did the exact opposite. He’s probably terrified to be alone in a room with me for fear I’ll find some new way to test his code of honor.”
    “Could be,” Moira confirmed. “I guess you’ll find that out when you get over there.”
    Kelly sighed. “And there’s no point in putting that off, is there? Wish me luck.”
    “Always,” her friend said, her expression sobering. “I just wish I knew if you wanted luck on the professional front or the personal.”
    “That is the heart of the dilemma, isn’t it?” Kelly said as she left Moira’s office to make the drive to Michael’s.
    Until she heard him call out in response to her ringing of the bell, she wasn’t sure she would even find him at home. Apparently he was less cowardly about this meeting than she was. She wanted to turn and run.
    She didn’t, though. She walked into the apartment with her head held high and a plan forming in the back of her mind for keeping Michael as a client despite her behavior the night before. One look at him had all of that flying right out of her mind.
    “What happened? Are you sick?” she demanded, taking in his ashen complexion, unshaved cheeks and still-mussed hair.
    “No sleep,” he said tersely. “I finally gave up about twenty minutes ago. I haven’t even had my first cup of coffee.”
    Her heart skipped a heat. “Why were you having trouble sleeping?”
    “Do you even need to ask?” he asked, his expression daunting.
    Kelly winced at his harsh tone. “The unfortunate kiss,” she said.
    “The unfortunate, never-to-be-repeated kiss,” he confirmed, then almost immediately scowled at her. “There you go again.”
    She stared at him in confusion. “What?”
    “What I said before, it was not a challenge.”
    “Of course not,” Kelly agreed at once, though she had to admit a tiny part of her had reared up in defiance of that never-to-be-repeated edict.
    “Then why did you get that same glint in your eyes that you got last night right before you kissed the daylights out of me?” he asked.
    Kelly stared at him. “A