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see her?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Okay, let me call her. Have a seat.”
    “Busy day today?” I asked.  
    “Not particularly. Please have a seat.” She turned her chair to face away from me.  
    I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. Stacey had never dismissed me before. Discreetly, at least I hoped, I checked my armpits for a bad smell. I’d sweat a lot during gym. It was possible I stunk even after a shower. But no, I was fine. Chelsea hadn’t acted like I had anything on my face or in my teeth.  
    Damn it. I was acting like a girl again. I wasn’t here to impress Stacey. It was time to get my shit straight and figure out what was wrong with me.  
    “Fine,” I said as she adjusted her headset and dialed a four-digit number.  
    I snatched a magazine off the end table as I walked to the leather sofa situated against the back wall. I didn’t pay much attention as I flipped through the pages. All the pieces were there, I just had to put them together to solve my mystery problem. I needed help from Stacey, Dr. G and Chelsea. A shift in the couch brought my awareness back to the present. Stacey sat next to me, her hands clasped in her lap.  
    “Research?” She asked looking down at my lap.  
    I followed her gaze to the page I’d stopped on. An ad for a breast-feeding pump. Apparently I managed to pick up the one and only parenting magazine then stopped on the most embarrassing page possible. “Oh, now you want to talk?” I closed the magazine and reached around her to place it on the table beside the loveseat.  
    Stacey let out a heavy sigh. “Luke, I told you I couldn’t.”
    “Yeah I heard you say you couldn’t date. I don’t recall you saying you couldn’t talk or we couldn’t be friends.” I turned to look at her. “Or maybe that’s what I wanted to hear. But then again, if that was the case then I’m not sure why you offered to help me last night. Seems like that would be crossing the professional line you’ve drawn.”
    She tilted her head to the side and scrunched up her face, little lines appeared at the corner of her eyes and on her forehead. I wanted so bad to reach up and smooth them out, but I resisted—barely. Rather than touch her, I shifted on the couch to try and relieve the pressure building in my jeans. This girl got to me whether I wanted her to or not. No doubt she’d read into it too much. “Can you do that? ‘Cuz in my experience, most guys I know can’t. They can’t stay just friends. There has to be more to it.”
    “I can. I will. But can you?” This was what I wanted. I wouldn’t screw things up by not keeping my attraction to her under wraps.  
    Stacey stood up with her hands on her hips and chewed at her bottom lip. God, I loved the way she did that, the way her cheeks flushed with determination and nervousness. “Of course I can.”
    “Good.” I leaned back and propped an ankle on my knee. My hands clasped behind my head. “Let’s try this again. Was your day busy?” There, I went for the adult version of boring small talk. She wanted friends? Well then that’s what she’d get.  
    Stacey sat back down next to me. “What happened to your eye?”
    “Nothing.” Damn it. This wasn’t what I wanted to talk about.  
    “Luke, you can talk to me.”
    “Fine. I ran into a doorknob. It just jumped out at me.” The sarcasm wasn’t lost on Stacey. She shook her head and let out a long controlled breath.  
    “Dr. Greenberg’s available. You can go back there now. Do you want me to go with you?”  
    “Are you going to answer my question?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
    “Come on.” Stacey took off down the hall towards Dr. Greenberg’s office. “And to answer your question, I’ll let you know how my day’s been when you decide to tell me the truth about your eye. Until then, I guess you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
    “Whatever.”
    “You didn’t have an appointment today. What brings you in?” She kept her back to