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the room a homey feel. He stepped inside and
closed the door quietly behind him. Blake looked over a wooden
bookshelf filled with self-help books that sat against the far
wall, wondering if he’d made a mistake. He sat down in one of the
chairs. The room was eerily silent, save for a white noise machine.
He crossed his ankle over the opposite knee, then dropped it to the
floor. He checked his watch: 1:55. There was a door on the wall
opposite the entrance. He stared at it. Dr. Snow is back
there . What if she was really hot? Could he tell her about
himself? What if she was hideously ugly? Would that make it easier?
Or more difficult because she might feel bad about her own
looks?
    He looked back at the entrance door. Every
fiber of his being willed him to rise and go out that door. Just
go. Leave. This isn’t for you .
     
    Danica set a fresh notepad and pen on the
edge of her desk, then went to the door, smoothing her black pencil
skirt and colorful blouse. She opened the door and walked out
smiling, her typical welcome to new clients rolling off her
lips.
    “Hi, I’m Dr. Snow.” Her smile faded. Her
heart pounded. It was him .
    Blake laughed. “Well, this is awkward.”
    Danica didn’t know what to say. She’d never
had this issue before. Should she tell him she couldn’t help him? Why? he’d ask. She’d answer, Because I think you’re
really hot. Because all I’ve thought about for the past twelve
hours are your lips . Shit. She could do this. There was nothing
between them. He needed help, and that was her job. Grow
up .
    “Nah, awkward? Come on in. We’ll talk.” She
led him into the office, then realized she needed to give him an
out, just in case he was feeling as uncomfortable as she was.
    Blake sat in one of the leather chairs
opposite the desk. Danica sat in the chair across from him. She
never sat behind the desk when meeting with clients, she found it
too much of a barrier. Though now, she wished she’d sat behind the
desk. A barrier might be nice.
    “Okay, so, I’m a therapist. Surprise.” She
forced a smile. “You’re here for help, but given the recent,” she
elbowed the air, “and,” she lifted her ankle, “if you’re
uncomfortable, I can refer you to someone else if you’d like.” Please don’t go. Go. No, don’t. She didn’t realize she was
holding her breath until he answered.
    “Actually, I think this might be good for
me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
    Reflectively, Danica noted his posture and
had to keep from jumping into the same protective position. She
caught herself looking at his arms and reached for the pad and pen
on the edge of her desk.
    “How does this work?” Blake asked.
    This, she could handle. “Well, I usually
start with my intake paperwork. Typical questions. And you’ll need
to fill out this information.” She handed him a clipboard with the
necessary disclosures. “Why don’t you fill that out first, and then
we can talk.” She moved to sit behind her desk, needing the barrier
more than she’d thought.
    “Okay. Here? Or do you want me to fill this
out in the waiting room?” He stood.
    “Wherever you want. They literally take just
a few minutes.”
    For a moment neither one moved. The air
between them was thick—not uncomfortable, not electrified—just as
if a bubble had formed between them and neither one quite knew how
to maneuver around it.
    “Okay, then.” Blake sat back down.
    Danica turned her back to him and pretended
to look through the files on her credenza. You can do this. Calm
down. Think, client. Client. Client .
    “Okay, that was easy.” He set the clipboard
on the desk, and Danica came back around and sat down. She flipped
through the paperwork. Thirty-four, single, no meds, ski shop
owner, no history of anything unusual. Danica cleared her
throat, thinking, Except being a player, maybe.
    She took a deep breath and blew it out
slowly. “Thanks. Blake, what are you here for? You said your friend
died?” She found