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emotion showed on his face. She
sensed, however, the inward struggle to remain so calm. She could hear it in
his voice; see it in the clamped set of his muscles. His blue eyes pierced hers
with a stare that she imagined would intimidate most. It served to pique her
interest. That bothered him too. His expression became curious, assessing.
    “You
always make house calls?”
    “My
specialty. I have a practice in the Bay Area.”
    “You’ve
wasted your time. There’s nothing for you to do here.”
    She
flashed her professional smile that was composed and a shade toward cool. “Your
brother said you’d discussed coming out of your self-imposed isolation and he
recommended you have help. He told me you’d agreed with him.”
    “ He mentioned it – not me. I said I’d think about it.”
    “Have
you?”
    “No.”
    The
average person wouldn’t have noticed the slight flex of his jaw or the way the
cord in his neck tightened, but Margo’s clinical glance missed nothing. He
wasn’t going to admit he needed help. Nothing unusual there. Yet she sensed
he’d closed up a part of him. Was it in defense? Margo cast him a reassuring
glance. “Look, this must be sudden and awkward. I’m not going to push myself on
you. It has to be your decision to seek help. If you don’t want it, I’ll
leave.”
    She
watched his shoulders relax their stiff pose. Her own tension eased. This was
going to be complicated. She hadn’t expected that, but she could deal with this
new set of circumstances. It required moving slowly, one step at a time. Her
smile warmed. “I have your supplies in the back of the Bronco. I also have some
literature you can glance at.”
    Before
he could react, she spun on her heel and headed toward the front of the cabin.
She heard him following her. At the vehicle he reached around her and grasped
the door handle, pinning her against the sun-warmed metal and glass. Then he
paused, a second or two longer than necessary. His blue eyes stayed steady on
her face as if he wanted to study her reaction to his move.
    Margo
stared back, aware of the power in him, the intelligence in his eyes. She knew
he meant to intimidate, but instead he’d secured her fascination. He didn’t
like that either.
    Abruptly
he stepped back and yanked open the back door. “I’ll get the supplies.”
    She
shrugged and stepped back. “Fine with me. I’m tired from that drive.”
    The
steep road had been a trial, rutted from rain and studded with rocks and
debris. There were times when she’d scraped one side of the Bronco against the
mountain wall, while on the other side gravel spewed from under the tires to
tumble down the sheer cliffs. There were other times when the grade became so
steep she’d worried if she’d make it to the top. On the map it had looked like
fifteen miles of a black line. But reality was a different picture altogether.
    Zane
hefted two boxes out of the Bronco. “Wait here.”
    Margo
nodded while rubbing the stiffness from her arms. They felt cramped from the
death grip she’d had on the steering wheel, plus the hold she had kept on the
deer.
    She
watched Zane set his boxes on the porch and return for the rest. He made
several trips until he was down to the last two. Margo decided she’d better
take action before he literally bundled her into the Bronco to be off. Quickly
she grabbed her purse and the pamphlets underneath.
    “Look.
I realize you don’t think you need a psychologist, but since I came all the way
out here let me tell you about some of our programs.”
    He
started to protest, but she raised her hand.
    “Your
brother is concerned and frankly, at this point, I’m more worried about him
than you. You seem like you know what you’re doing. Vinnie is the one who is
confused. Why don’t you let me talk to you for say…” She glanced at her watch.
“Fifteen minutes. Just give me that much time, then I’ll be able to reassure
Vinnie.”
    “I’m
not talking to a shrink.” His words were