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The jackasses do just that. Now seated opposite each other at the far end of the table, both men clasp their hands on the tabletop.
"All right," Luke says. "My lovely assistant will place the electrodes on your fingers now."
He waves a hand, and Kirsty emerges from the crowd.
She collects the electrodes from Luke, then attaches them to the fingers of Callum and Hugh. "You're ready to go. And so you know, this isn't a con or a sham. Luke uses these techniques on subjects who need help understanding and dealing with their emotions."
"He has an office in Loch Fairbairn," Callum tells Hugh. "The bloke actually wants to spend his days experimenting on people who have emotional issues."
"Shush, Callum," I say. "Let Luke do what he does and give it a real chance. For me. Okay? That also goes for you, Hugh."
Both men nod.
Luke waves for me to approach him.
I halt beside his chair.
"Mind helping me out here?" Luke asks. "I think this might work best if you ask the questions while I monitor their responses."
"Good idea."
"You can take this chair. I'll stand."
"Actually, I think it's best if I stand at the other end of the table, right in front of those two."
Luke grins. "I like the way you think."
"Do you have a list of questions you want me to ask? Or should I wing it?"
"No list. Do your own thing, Kate."
I march down to the opposite end of the table and position myself there, facing the other end, with Callum and Hugh at either side of me. "Okay, boys. I hope you're ready for the final stage of the radical intervention. I will not be coddling your egos. It's time to get over yourselves and work through your issues."
Both men veer their attention to me. Callum's lips quirk up at the corners, but Hugh rolls his eyes.
I cross my arms over my chest. "Callum, why are you angry with Hugh?"
"We've been through this before."
"You toldme. Now I want you to say it to Hugh."
Callum slumps in his chair and twists his mouth into a stubborn expression I saw a lot during our private therapy sessions. "Make him go first. He's the problem."
"You first. Tell Hugh why you've been angry with him. Now, Callum."
"Because he's a self-importanttolla-thon."
"Address him, not me. Be specific."
Callum aims his gaze at Hugh. "Since Kate insists, I will tell you why you're a monumentaltolla-thon."
"Oh, this ought to be good."
"Aye, it will be." Callum straightens and makes hand gestures to punctuate his statements. "You installed yourself in my apartment like you owned the bloody place. I didnae ask you to come here, but you did it anyway. Not to help me. To make yourself feel important."
"I installed myself?" Hugh says. "That wasn't even your apartment. It belongs to your cousin Evan. And you practically begged me to save you from the American Wives Club. I flew here because you wanted me to."
"Yer bum's oot the windae. You did what you always do—made yourself the hero and the center of attention."
