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shouldn’t have done it. Bringing her down in front of the eyes of the professional world would be easier if she weren’t so cute and desirable.
    “I just don’t want you to think I’m…uh, trying to hit on you,” he said.
    She laughed uneasily. “I don’t.”
    Although he didn’t want to, he couldn’t stop the tug pulling his lips into a smile.
    “Brock, I think we better end our session today. Make another appointment with my secretary for next week.”
    “May I make the appointment sooner?”
    She shrugged. “You can make the appointment any time you like as long as I’m available.”
    As soon as she said it, her cheeks flared a pink color. He bit his lip to keep from laughing.
    “Thanks, Doc.” He stood and strode out of the room.
    As soon as he closed the door behind him, he released a heavy sigh. He’d done a good acting job. He had to hand it to her, though. She’d handled the situation quite well. He’d expected her to melt in his arms, and let him do as he wished.
    The doctor was tougher than he’d first thought.
    It surprised him how much he enjoyed hearing the little gasps she made. But he couldn’t enjoy them. He didn’t want to be distracted, and getting too close to her did that.
    The key to his plan was simple. He could not, under any circumstances, become attracted to Dr. Jordan Reed. He needed all his concentration if he planned to make sure she lost her license. He wouldn’t give up no matter what.
    * * * *
    Jordan sank into the brown leather couch and kicked off her heels, stretching her feet in front of her on the rug. What a hectic morning. The meeting with Brock had turned out well…yet at the same time, disaster had struck. She’d become weak, and she couldn’t do that again.
    This wasn’t right. She couldn’t have these feelings about her client. She exhaled slowly. She must release him as her client. Doctor Fairchild was a good psychiatrist. Brock would like him. But no matter what, she couldn’t see him again. Not after their role-playing.
    She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch. What was wrong with her? She knew the answer. She needed to meet a man…needed to be held in a man’s strong arms and kissed to distraction. Dare she ask Erica to set her up with one of her friends?
    The thought made Jordan chuckle. No. Erica hung out with an odd crowd, and Jordan preferred the more professional kind of man. Professionals retained more self-control—at least that’s what she had always thought. At the same time, she had the urge to control the men in her life, which was why she hadn’t gotten past the first date. Was she so distrusting of men, she couldn’t allow them into her life? Had her past relationships ruined her completely?
    She blamed Kenneth.
    Jordan slipped on her shoes and headed for the door, picking up her suit jacket on the way. When she opened the door, Erica hung up the phone. A smile stretched wide across her secretary’s face, her hazel eyes danced with excitement.
    “Guess what?” Erica asked.
    “I don’t know, what?”
    “That call was an inquiry about the ad. He wants to come over right now.”
    “What about my next appointment?”
    “Canceled.”
    Jordan frowned. “Mrs. Murphy canceled again?”
    Erica shrugged. “It’s fate. There’s a reason the old woman’s family came to visit. Fate’s telling you the man coming today is the man you’re searching for.”
    Jordan rolled her eyes. “Don’t go weird on me now. If you remember right, Mrs. Murphy cancels every other week. Besides,” she said, sitting on the edge of the desk, “this is the first man to call about the ad. Forgive me if I wait a while before getting excited.”
    “Well, you only have ten minutes to wait.”
    Jordan’s heart rate quickened, and she jumped from the desk. “Ten minutes?” She took a deep breath and calmed herself. “Ten minutes is fine.” She finished with more control. “Will you get me a diet Cola from the machine in the hall? I