care.â Her eyes rose to meet his.
âOh yeah, thatâs because you are a government employee. Us blue-collared citizens are lucky if we get treatment.â
âItâs against the law for you to receive poor attention. Doctors are supposed to care for each patient.â
âThat might be whatâs written down in black ink, but in the real world thatâs not whatâs practiced.â
Dr. Taylorâs head angled slightly to one side. âDoes it cause you discomfort?â
âNo, why? You going to kiss and make it better?â
She drew back from him. âExcuse me, but that is extremely inappropriate.â
âIt was a joke,â Trevor pulled his sleeve over the wound.
âI am your counselor and a professional at my job. I canât assume those statements are strictly banter.â
âGet over yourself.â Trevor rose from his seat. Immediately the manager came into the room. Trevor held out his arms. âIâd like to return to my room.â
âYou have another fifteen minutes.â Now she stood. He watched the clone clip the restraints around his wrists.
âWhy canât you relax? Why does everyone have to think everyone else is a self-serving bonehead?â
Dr. Taylor didnât answer his question. Trevor concluded she was furious or her pride was hurt.
C HAPTER T HREE
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Trevor strolled down the sidewalk; it was a gorgeous fall day. The leaves on the trees were a rainbow of reds, yellows, and oranges. None of them could break away and float to the ground, through. It was still to early for that. A small breeze played with the bottom of his brown jacket. He shoved his hands farther down into his pockets to keep them from the cold.
Surprising there werenât more people out on a Sunday afternoon. Instead, they were nestled at home relaxing before the big workweek. Trevor was headed downtown to catch a movie. He speculated if his decision to walk was a bad idea, for his ears slowly began to redden from the chill of the day. The free tram was only three blocks away, and he figured he could handle the crisp air for that long.
That short distance came to an end and he jumped onto the public transportation. Trevor grabbed a handle as the tram took off, stumbling into a young woman standing next to him. Usually he didnât pay attention to the people riding the tram, but for some reason she caught his eye. When he had bumped into her, he smelled strawberries. Her figure was very striking. Not one single feature of her body stood out beyond the other parts of her. Together her entire build was so elegant that Trevor caught himself gaping at her. She turned and smiled at him; a strand of her brunette hair fell into her face. He thought he would melt into a puddle if it had not been for her eyes. He fell endlessly into the deep golden pools. It could have been years he was lost in those eyes. It took all his strength to look away. She turned back to her friends and began talking again, but Trevor remained in a trance. Never before had he been captivated by such beauty. Her eyes where a permanent memory in his mind, which he came to realize at that moment. He wanted to know her, everything about her.
âIâm sorry, Miss.â
âThatâs okay.â She leaned forward and giggled about something her friend had said.
The tram came to a stop before he could think of anything else to say. He pushed his way past anxious people forcing their way on board, feeling like a pinball pushing through the crowd. He raised his head and scanned for her. She had been swept away in the flood of the masses.
He remembered his plans to see a movie and began to walk down the sidewalk again. This time the cold didnât affect him; his thoughts were still with her. Never in his life had he been so speechless around a woman! This thought baffled him and he fought to push her from his mind.
He slid eighteen