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years old and worked my ass off to get where I am. I will continue to work hard the rest of my life. They play a game and have a shot at being millionaires by their twenty-first birthday. It is difficult sometimes to take them seriously, but it's my job.
    I took an oath and all that. I'm a psychiatrist, but I went to med school first. So I am bound by it.
    What is taking him so long?
    My nails are clacking on the desk and my lips are mashed into a thin, flat line. I'm about to go look to make sure he didn't get lost when my chest decides it might cave in on me, and my heart comes alive against my rib cage. There is no way. It's not possible.
    I see large, well-built athletes every day, but this man is a different species. He has to be. He fills the entire door frame, width and height. He has short, brown hair that's neatly trimmed and his eyes are a light blue swirling with a smoky gray like a thunderstorm is building in them.
    "Doctor Keller?" His voice is a soft baritone that is easy on the ears.
    He is twenty. He is twenty. Focus, Liz.
    I feel like a school girl wanting to worship a member of a boy band but I manage to compose myself.
    "You're late."
    I use a bitchy tone when I tell him that, but it's not because I'm flustered. It's like the way a girl is mean to a boy on the playground because she likes him.  I brush my palms down my charcoal pencil skirt. "Come in and have a seat."
    "Aren't you guys supposed to have a couch or something? Thought that like came in a—" He gestures his hand in a circle with a cocky grin plastered to his gorgeous face and chiseled jawline. "—shrink kit?"
    "Very funny, Mr. Markoff. I don't have a lot of time and this is a favor for Coach." I don't even bother to look up at him. Mostly because my panties might spontaneously combust and melt into the floor if I check out the rest of his body. "Let's just get down to business. Coach says you're having issues—"
    "Look, why don't we save each other the time and you just sign off on whatever it is we're doing here. I'll be out of your hair." Gavin smiles. He has dimples. Those dimples. I want to put my fingers on them. Pull yourself together, Liz.
    "I don't think so. Why do you think Coach wants you to meet with me?"
    "Really? Come on Freud. The reason I'm here is because they've exhausted all other options. The reason I am here is because Coach doesn't see the big picture for me and the organization as a whole. He thinks me getting thrown out of a minor league game somehow equates to blowing my temper during the World Series. He's a great guy, but he's not always the brightest. He knows baseball, sure. But he is sitting at a fifty foot level. I'm at thirty-five thousand feet. The bad boy image, fucking girls, fighting — it helps paint me in a certain light, that I use to my advantage on the field."
    That gets a laugh out of me. "How so?"
    "Intimidation. Fear. If a hitter fears me, knows I'll throw at his head, it throws off his reaction time. It doesn't take much to get a hundred mile an hour fastball by someone. Fractions of a second. Every advantage I get, I am taking."
    "And you think you're more qualified for that type of analysis, at twenty years old?" I need to make him more comfortable if I'm going to insult him. "Please, sit down. Let's just have a quick chat."
    He hesitates for a moment, but then sinks into the chair across from my desk. I get up and walk around to the front of my desk and sit on it in front of him, crossing my legs. I'm starting to realize it looks more like a move from a porn movie than an act of comfort, opening him up to me. But what is done is done.
    He looks uneasy, like he didn't like the question. Interesting. I think I will push harder. Maybe it will get him to spill some useful information.
    "Where is your degree from? Are you an expert in sabermetrics? Or public relations for sports figures?"
    "I didn't go to college. You surely know this already." He rubs his hands on his pants and I notice his neck