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upset by trivial things.
That’s definitely a zero. Not me at all.
    Riley’s laugh echoed through the walls. The palpitation caused my
breath to hitch.
    This questionnaire was really stupid. No I didn’t have a dry mouth.
I reached for my glass of water. Well, not usually anyway. I circled a few more
zeros.
    The outer room had gone silent and I wondered what they were doing.
It was so obvious they had a history, and I imagined Allison’s long legs
wrapped around Riley as the thought of her kissing him made my stomach flutter.
    I stood, moved to the door and pressed my ear against it. I could
hear Riley’s voice, low and sexy and my imagination went into over-drive. I
knew what it felt like to have that voice whisper in my ear, I knew how it felt
for him to look at me with that intimate smile he has. Yes, his mega-watt smile
was enough to stop me in my tracks, but the small intimate smile stops the
world turning. Had he ever given her that smile?
    My heart was palpitating at an alarming rate as my breathing became
ragged. Stop, Lizzie and concentrate
on the questions .
    I sat back down and looked at the paper. Okay. Question six – I
tended to over react to situations ... zero.
    I hurriedly circle answers, not really caring about what I was
doing.
    Question twenty – I felt scared without any good reason. Nope.
    Question twenty-eight – I felt I was close to panic. Never.
    Question thirty-nine – I found myself getting agitated. Not until I came here! I circled the zero so hard I ripped the paper. Damn.
    Question forty-one – I experienced trembling (e.g. in the hands). I
noticed the pen shake as I circled zero and had a moment of thinking I really
should go back and answer these questions again. But it didn’t matter anyway. I
wasn’t ever coming back here. As far as I could tell, I felt a lot more stable before I
walked in this door so obviously counseling wasn’t for me.
    Circling my last zero, I threw the pen on the table and stood. I
pulled the door open in a hurry and braced myself for what I would find, images
of Allison’s blonde hair running through Riley’s fingers as he looked at her intimately.
    I stepped into the waiting room to find Allison quietly clicking on
her keyboard and Riley to be noticeably absent. She looked up as I approached.
    “Have you finished already?” she asked, her perfectly shaped
eyebrows furrowing.
    “Um ... yes. Where’s Riley?” I asked.
    “He had to make some calls so he stepped outside. He said to meet
him in the car when you’re ready.”
    Oh, so I really had nothing to worry about? “Well, I answered all
the questions,” I said, handing her the paperwork.
    “That’s great. I’ll make another appointment for you and we’ll go
over the results then. That gives me time to evaluate this and write a plan of
how your treatment should go.”
    “Oh, don’t hurry,” I replied as she flicked through the questions,
a confused expression on her face. “In fact, I’ll call you and make the booking
when I’ve consulted my diary,” I said hurriedly, grabbing and turning the door
handle. “It was lovely meeting you,” I lied as I quickly opened the door and
made a hasty retreat.
    Sucking in the fresh air, I took a deep breath and instantly felt
my heart rate decrease.

 
    Chapter Six

 
 
    Tonight Danny, Andrew and Molly were all coming
to my house for Friday night get-together. I had told them that Riley and I were
sleeping at his house now, but Danny wanted to sit back and watch the groups of
people gathering around my now famous hole.
    We were all sitting on the back deck, a large pizza on the table
between us. Thankfully the hordes seemed to have better things to do this
particular Friday night.
    “You know,” said Danny, picking a piece of pepperoni off his pizza
and feeding it to Harper, “I can’t believe all the secrets this house holds. I
thought you said the previous owner, Avis, was an old spinster.”
    “Yes, she was. I guess it doesn’t mean