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got worse and we spoke rudely to one another. Rarely did we say ‘I love you’.” He let out a breath. “I guess things weren’t as good as they could have been, but I still didn’t think she’d go behind my back and cheat on me.” He swept a hand over his face. “It’s all my fault. I drove her to it.”
    “Now, Brock, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Jordan leaned forward.
    He sat up. His fingers dangled over his knees. Deep green eyes captured her attention, and she couldn’t believe how expressive they were. Underneath the stubble, his face was rugged—a square jaw, yet smooth lips. If he wore clothes that fit him, combed his hair, shaved, and got rid of those ridiculous glasses, he’d be one handsome man. Quite a hunk, in fact.
    She inwardly cursed and shoved that thought out of her head. It didn’t matter what this man looked like. He was her client.
    “It takes two to tango.” She smiled when he gave her a confused look. “Have you ever heard that old-fashion expression?”
    “Sure, but what does that have to do with me?”
    “That means it takes two to fight, two to make up, two to fall in love, and two to break up. You’re not totally to blame, and I’m going to help you realize that. Lanie had a part in disrupting your relationship, so don’t think all of it is your fault.”
    His gaze moved over her face, from the top of her head, over her eyes, nose, coming to rest on her mouth. A quiver rippled through her stomach. She adjusted her reading glasses, uncomfortable at the close scrutiny. It was as if he could see right through her and read her thoughts. Thoughts that wouldn’t leave her mind no matter how hard she tried so dispose of them.
    Suddenly, he flashed a crooked smile that totally disarmed her. Maybe he did know what she’d been thinking.
    “Thanks, Dr. Reed. I hoped you would be able to help, and although I’m still doubtful, I can feel you actually care about my problem.”
    “I do care.”
    “I’m beginning to see a little clearer now. I understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
    She picked up her pad and pen again, and straightened her back. She uncrossed her legs, tucking them to the side of the chair. His attention strayed to her legs before shifting away.
    Swallowing, she moistened her extremely dry throat. “Brock, I have one more question. Did you confront Lanie about her affair?”
    He shook his head. “After I heard what was going on, I quickly left the house. When I came back later, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. She has no clue I know.”
    “Perhaps that was an isolated incident?”
    “No. I’ve driven past the house several times since then, and that same car was sitting in my driveway.”
    “As much as you might not like to hear this, the first thing I want you to do is bring her with you to your next session.”
    “What?” he shouted, rising to his feet. “I don’t want her coming here with me.”
    “I understand how you feel, but in the long run—”
    “And what next? Do you want her lover to join us on the third session?”
    Although his anger disturbed her, she needed to calm him down. “Brock, you’re upset. Please have a seat and let’s talk about this calmly and rationally.”
    He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reed, but I don’t think I can do it. Not yet,” he said in a much calmer voice.
    “What can’t you do, Brock?”
    “I don’t think I can tell her that I know.”
    “Do you want to bring her next time and tell her in front of me?”
    He shook his head. “That would be too uncomfortable.”
    “I understand.”
    He glanced at his wristwatch, then at her. “I think my time is up.”
    “If that’s what you want.” She stood.
    “I’m sorry for blowing up like that. I’m still very touchy on the subject.”
    “It’s to be expected.”
    “When do you want to see me again?”
    “It’s up to you. I’m available anytime you like.” Inwardly, she groaned. Now why did she