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for further
sessions. If the wife wanted to, that would be another matter, but Seb
certainly wasn't going to help her husband make her feel inadequate, whether
he'd intended to or not.
    Appointments
like the one he'd just seen weren't very challenging, but they were his bread
and butter. Most people had relatively minor problems that were easily fixed.
Seb rarely got the chance to work with someone who really needed his help, but
when he did, he found his choice of career intensely satisfying.   Kerri needed his help, but he wasn't entirely
sure he was going to be able to help her, even if she made another appointment
to see him.
    The
afternoon was fully booked, and it was a few hours before he had a moment to
himself to check the diary again, but when he did, her name was there and he
couldn't decide whether he was pleased or dismayed. She was exactly the kind of
client he should be working with. He'd even given her the leaflet about
surrogacy, a service he was trained for but had never offered to anyone.   But that was part of the problem. Why had he given her that leaflet?   And why had the thought of her been playing
with both his mind and his libido since he'd first met her?
    During
the following week, as her appointment crawled ever closer, Seb changed his
mind half a dozen times about seeing her again. Eventually, he managed to
convince himself that he could remain professional and put her needs before his
own, but the second she walked in to the building, he knew he'd been fooling
himself.
    Kerri
perched on the sofa opposite him, her gaze as wary as her body language. Her
choice of clothing was much less restrictive than the last time she'd visited
him, and she looked young and fresh in a white t-shirt and beige Capri pants
that hugged her curves in all the right places.
    Seb
hadn't offered to shake her hand so had to rely on visual clues to let him know
how she was feeling about coming back. If he had to take a wild guess, he'd say
she wasn't entirely sure of her reasons for being there.
    "So,
how have things been since we last spoke?"
    A
shy smile lit up her lovely face but disappeared all too quickly. "They've
been okay.   I'm single at the moment, so
there's not much to report in that department."
    "That's
good."
    He
realized what he'd said when Kerri gave him a strange look. "It's good
that I'm single?"
    Yes, it is good.
I don't want anyone else to touch you but me.
    "No, sorry. I meant that it's good things have been okay."   Seb picked up the pad and pen from the table
next to him and prepared to take a few notes, determined to ignore the thought
that had just crossed his mind. "Have you thought any more on our last
meeting?"
    "Yes,
I've been thinking about it a lot."
    "Well,
I'm glad to see you again. I think we can do some good work together. This
week, I want to talk about your—"
    "I'd
like to find out more about sexual surrogacy. What does it involve?"
    Seb
scrawled something illegible on his pad as he pretended to make notes in order
to cover his reaction to her question. He was pretty sure he was about to bust
a blood vessel from the effort of willing his body not to respond to the cruel
temptation she was laying before him.
    "Surrogates
work with a patient to help them become more comfortable with physical and emotional
intimacy." He stopped and took a sip of the water on the table next to
him, hoping she couldn't see the slight tremor of his hand. What in the hell
had possessed him to think seeing her again was a good idea?   "It typically begins with eye contact
and then moves on to hand holding exercises. Then, it builds from there."
    "Does
it involve full intercourse?"
    "Sometimes, but not always."
    "Who
decides?"
    "The
surrogate and the patient decide between them.   There are risks involved with this kind of therapy. Patients can get
attached to their therapist, so the process needs to be monitored. And it's not
inexpensive. Sometimes, it can take up to six months to work through the