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say it that way with her voice pitched lower than usual? And didn’t she have other clients to help, too?
    “Let me think about what you said, and I’ll call for another appointment.”
    “All right.”
    He stepped to the door, but stopped when he touched the doorknob. “I’m glad I came today,” he said over his shoulder, then opened the door and walked out.
    She breathed a sigh of relief. Funny, but in the three years she’d been a therapist, no male client had ever made her uncomfortable. It must be those images of him wearing nicer clothes having a clean-cut look. What other reason could there be?
    Jordan strolled back to her desk to write a few notes, but those images of him that she’d created bothered her more than she was prepared for. Not only that, but she could put herself in his shoes and she knew exactly what he was feeling.
    “Go away.” She growled in frustration and slammed her hands on the desk, trying to become the professional she knew was hiding for some reason.
    It was hard to relive those years when her heart had been shattered. Since she’d left college and started her practice, and after the painful relationship with Kenneth, she’d all but sworn off men. Of course, it didn’t help when most of the men in her life accused her of trying to read their minds —  simple as they were, and trying to act like God. Being a psychiatrist wasn’t just her job. It was her life. It was who she was. She couldn’t just turn that off on a whim.
    She pushed away from the desk and stretched her knotted limbs. She hurried to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room and took out a bottle of water. The cool liquid refreshed her cotton-dry mouth.
    Why was it that she could cure her patients, but she couldn’t fix her own life…her own feelings? If she kept this up, her clients would suffer.
    Perhaps she was the one who needed a doctor.
    * * * *
    Jordan walked up to the Medical Arts Building where she had an office space. The bright sun glared off the snow-covered roof, making her squint. She reached for the doorknob, opened the door, and hurried in. Five more steps took her to the reception area, and she opened another door that led her to her office. When Jordan stepped inside, Erica’s head snapped up, and she put down the paperback novel she’d been reading. She met Jordan’s stare and smiled.
    “Good morning, Jordan.” Erica’s voice dripped with sweetness. “You look pretty this morning. Is that outfit new?”
    Jordan bit her cheek, so as not to grin. What was Erica up to now?
    “No, Erica, this outfit is not new.” She marched to the desk and leaned over, slapping her hands down on the heavy oak to rest her weight on her palms. “And I thought I told you not to read those books if you have work to do.”
    Erica tossed her a challenging grin and shrugged. “I don’t have anything to do this morning.”
    “Did you get the files of my new clients put together?”
    Erica pulled back a strand of her blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear. “I had that done two days ago.”
    “Did you contact those insurance companies to see when we’ll get paid?”
    “Yes.” She slid some invoices her way. “As you can see, I’m on the ball with that, also.”
    “Did you call and reschedule all of my appointments so I’m free on Christmas Eve to visit with Serena and…her husband?” Jordan had to nearly spit out those last words.
    “Yes, Jordan, and although I know you’re not looking forward to seeing your stepmother or her husband, I went ahead and rearranged your schedule. You’ll take Serena and your ex to brunch at the country club, then the three of you can spend a lovely time swimming in the indoor pool. Or, if you’d rather, I can arrange to have you all go skiing.”
    The corners of Jordan’s mouth turned into a grin. “Not even if my life depended on it. You know how much I hate to ski.” Unless, of course, she couldn’t find a man through the advertisement, then