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up, but maybe her mother, and he probably did not know she existed. In her heart, Skye always wished he would come for her one day. Her father would would have the most enchanting deep voice just like the one she could barely hear now.
    When her senses returned she was still in the chair and Dr. Carter was leaning back in his chair tucking the emerald in his breast pocket. Blinking her eyes, adjusting to the light, she quickly checked herself. She felt and looked fine, yet her mental state had somehow been affected. She couldn’t explain exactly what was affected, but Skye didn’t feel like things had gone the way she had thought they would.
    “How do you feel?” he asked in a triumphant tone.
    “Calm. No different.” She didn’t want to express she felt as if someone had told her a secret, but she couldn’t remember what had been told to her.
    A soft bell chimed behind her and the doctor stood up. “I do recommend you come next week, Ms Patterson. I’d like to see how you’ve done.”
    “I would too.” She gathered her things. “I’ll make an appointment.”
    Dr. Carter seemed quite pleased. Too pleased in her opinion, but she pushed the thought away thinking it was just her mind being apprehensive of everything and everyone.
    Leaving out, she sat in her car, thoughtful and feeling strange. Looking at the time she didn’t feel an hour had passed since she had walked in his office.
    She was free for the rest of the day and decided to go to a nearby strip mall near her home to get her shopping done. The experience was a tranquil one until she stepped outside the store.
    Near the grocery store was a café. Being a nice August day, many people sat outside.
    What drew her attention was the large built man. Shoulders!
    The broad expansive shoulders from behind drew her notice. There were several other men sitting with him, but none of them seemed to catch her eyes except him. Even his deep laughter made her eardrums tingle.
    Sitting at a table right behind him, she listened quietly. A waitress walked up to her and asked for her order. She told her club soda.
    “Mr. Thaddeus Newman,” a waiter called quietly near the front of the café doors, holding a cordless phone.
    The man she had been watching raised a strong hand with long clean fingers. The deep timbre of his voice gave her goose bumps. How could a man so large be so seductive and not know it?
    He excused himself turning to the young man carrying the phone, which was right near her. She hurriedly stood up trying to turn anywhere except facing Thaddeus Newman terrified of her reaction if he looked at her with those sensual brown eyes she remembered in the newspaper. In her haste she bumped the waitress carrying her club soda, spilling the drink all over both them. Skye rushed away leaving one of her bags of groceries.
    Sitting in the safety of her car, she almost passed out. Her panic attack was severe.
    No, the hypnosis had not work! She would promptly tell Dr. Carter next week.
    Closing her eyes to calm herself down, she thought about Shelby and how the settler use to know when she was having an attack and rub her arm or legs. Losing Shelby had been very upsetting because the settler had brought her a lot of comfort. The lost had also prompted her to find a new life away from Davenport and take an account in Detroit.
    Shelby still offered comfort in her death. Just thinking about her dog made Skye relax and her breathing slowed down.
    Her temporary calm was disturbed as someone tapped on her car window. She jumped, startled by the large shadow.
    Looking up she saw the black Adonis she had just been admiring. He was holding her grocery bag.
    Lord no, she thought frantically dreading as she got out the car using the car door as a barrier between the two of them.
    Thaddeus waited patiently as she reluctantly opened the door and stepped out. She seemed homely, frail, and quiet. He was used to awe and adoring looks from women, but she reacted as if she wanted no