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them.
    Their eyes fluttered open in unison, almost as if they were of one body. Becca smiled a dreamy little smile as she brought her hands out in front of her, threaded her fingers together and stretched. But Turner immediately jumped out of his chair and stood, frowning as he looked around at the office.
    “I don’t think it worked,” he said. “You never even got me under.”
    “Yes, I did,” Dorcas replied easily. This wasn’t an unusual response for people, especially men, to have. “You won’t remember it, because I told you not to. But you were most assuredly under hypnosis, Turner.”
    “Did I bark like a dog?”
    Dorcas grinned. “No. And I didn’t make you flap your arms like a chicken, either.”
    “I don’t feel any different,” he told her.
    “That’s not unusual,” she said. “You’re not supposed to feel any different.” Well, not yet, he wasn’t, she added to herself. Just wait till he heard the word underwear . “Unless perhaps it’s to feel rested and relaxed, since I told you to feel that, too.”
    “I don’t feel rested or relaxed,” he said.
    “I do,” Becca said. “I feel very rested and relaxed. Like I just had a nice, long nap.”
    She was going to feel even better after she heard the word underwear, Dorcas thought, still grinning.
    “Well, regardless of how you feel at the moment,” she told the Feders, “I gave you both a posthypnotic suggestion that should help you with your problem. If you’re still having trouble this time next week, call me, and we can try again. But you were both well under, I assure you. Do you remember anything that I said to you?”
    The Feders exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and turned back to look at Dorcas.
    “Then I think you’ll see some results,” she told them. “As I said, if not, do let me know, and we’ll see if another session will take care of it. But I think the two of you will be pleased.”
    Oh, Dorcas did so love being able to help people. And the Feders seemed like such a nice couple.
    “Now go home and relax,” she told them. “Take the rest of the day to yourselves and see what develops. Maybe you could do a little laundry,” she suggested helpfully. “A loadof lights. See what happens when you go to put it away. You can settle up with my receptionist on the way out. She should be off the phone by now.”
    The Feders gazed at her with obvious confusion about the laundry recommendation, but Dorcas only smiled and showed them out. She needed to get them close to some underwear as soon as possible. Whatever it took to get these two lovebirds in the sack going at it. As often and as long as possible.
    Becca and Turner Feder were in for a pleasant surprise, she thought as she watched her office door close behind them. And with any luck at all, it would be soon.
     
    T URNER KNEW THE HYPNOSIS hadn’t worked on him as soon as they hit the street. Because not only did he not feel in any way rested or relaxed—though he had to admit Becca seemed more mellow at the moment than he’d seen her for a while—he was craving a cigarette more than he’d ever craved anything in his life.
    Well, except for Becca, natch.
    But he was craving a cigarette. Something fierce.
    “It didn’t work up there with the Amazing Dorcaso,” he said after they exited the building and began the walk toward where they’d parked her car.
    “What do you mean it didn’t work?” Becca echoed, halting in her tracks, forcing Turner to stop walking, too. He turned to face her as she added, “How do you know it didn’t work? It’s too soon to know that.”
    “I know because right now, I want a cigarette real bad,” he told her. “Don’t you?”
    She thought about that for a moment, then frowned. Dejectedly, she confessed, “Yeah. I do.”
    “I told you hypnotherapy was a load of crap,” he said.
    They started walking again, more slowly this time. “Well, Dorcas said we could try again,” Becca reminded him. “Maybe we could