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"You haven’tbeen back to see him."
"No. Lydia isnagging as usual." Unable to bear his gentle treatment anymore,she clamped a hand on his. "I think that's enough."
"Oh, sorry. I’llgive you some privacy to get dressed."
"Thanks."She watched him leave and close the door behind him. She’dwanted to ask him to stay, to help her get dressed, touch her in anon-brotherly way, kiss her stomach where his baby was growing insideher.
He’d comeback from Europe and had come straight to her to make sure she wasokay and they’d talked for ages. This was the first time shewas seeing him since then and needing him was getting worse thanever. She wasn’t sure she could keep up the charade of beingonly his friend
Pulling the dressover her head, she tied the sash around her waist and combed herfingers through her hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she put hersandals on and sat there thinking.
It wasn’t likeher to hide what she was thinking. With Dion, she’d always beenable to be herself. Now that she was hiding her true feelings, shefelt uncomfortable. She had no idea what to do about it. Rising, shegrabbed her pocketbook and made her way into the doctor's office.
"I was justabout to come and see if you were okay." His green eyes searchedher face and she wondered if he could see inside her soul.
"I’mfine." Aiming a smile at the doctor, she took her seat next toDion. "What now?"
"You’redoing very well as I was telling Dion and you said the nausea hasbeen contained somewhat?"
"I’vebecome a vegetarian." She admitted with a wrinkle of her nose."I have to avoid chicken."
Dion added. "Sheloves the stuff especially when it's fried."
"And I have tostop wearing perfume."
"My colognedoesn’t seem to bother her."
"You know eachother very well."
"We’vebeen friends forever." Dion supplied.
"Of course."Dr. Mitchell nodded, wondering if they realized what was happeningbetween them. "I’ll set up your next appointment."
*****
"We could go andhave lunch." Dion suggested as they made their way out to theparking lot.
"I have work."
"You’reself-employed."
"So?" Shesuddenly felt weary and weepy.
"So you canafford to take time off for lunch and we both have to eat."
"I’ll grabsome soup."
He turned her to facehim, a frown on his brow. "Something’s wrong. Please talkto me."
"Nothing’swrong." She wanted to lash out at him. How could he not see her?
"Something’sbothering you."
"You’re ashrink now?"
"Odette, pleasetalk to me."
She had to make himback off and the way she was planning on doing so was twisting herheart. "I’m wondering if this was a good idea."
