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wondered briefly if two people could generate actual sparks, because if they could, we would probably electrocute ourselves in the pool.
    It would be worth it. My brain was too fogged to really understand why he wasn’t letting me go. I dug up enough courage to look him in the eyes.
    His fierce gaze captured me. He had always been so gentle with me, I was almost surprised to see such a feral expression on his face. His eyes couldn’t decide which part of my body to land on, and I thought they might finally choose my lips when the pool room door opened to reveal another therapist.
    “Um, Ethan, Sabrina is looking for you. Your next client is here and you really don’t want her coming after you,” said a youngish guy who seemed to be a friend of Ethan’s.
    “Sorry, Tasha. Time’s up for today,” Ethan said sadly as he got out of the pool.
    His friend left, and Ethan reached a hand down to help me out. He didn’t speak to me as I went into the locker room to change. Afterwards, I approached the front desk to wait for my usual instructions, but Ethan remained expressionless, too serious, and he wouldn’t look at me.
    He cleared his throat as he thumbed through my file. “Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to continue with the water therapy. I think you might end up worse off, so we’ll stick to dry exercises.”
    “Okay. I’m sorry I’m such a lame klutz.” It came out sounding sadder than I had intended.
    He looked up then, so at least I got some connection back with him. “No, it’s not you. You’re fine. I just don’t think it’s wise. I gotta go, but I’ll see you on Friday, yeah?”
    “Of course, silly.”
    He smiled the usual Ethan smile, so everything was okay.
    ****
    Everything was not okay. Yesterday, Friday, was…awkward.
    I wondered how much I’d overdone things with the whole water nymph deal. He probably thought I was just a skank now. I certainly had to rectify the situation, but I’d have to wait two whole days until I saw him again.
    Since it was the weekend, Nell wanted to go for our usual lunch/dinner combo at Thai Wonder. I loved that place, even if it did have the cheesiest name outside of “What the Pho?” down the street.
    Nell parked us in our usual chinoiserie-patterned booth and stared at me. “Rough yesterday?”
    I sighed and leaned into my hand. “I think I blew it, Nell.”
    “How come?” At least she looked sympathetic.
    “I don’t know, it’s just been really weird since Wednesday. He didn’t even joke with me.”
    “You know what I think?” she asked, as if I had a choice in hearing her answer.
    I muttered the requisite, “What?”
    “I think you looked so hot in that monokini that he doesn’t know what to say to you anymore. You went from Tasha the kindergarten teacher to Tasha with an amazing rack. That changes things.”
    “So why couldn’t you tell me that before?” I practically yelled at her.
    “You wouldn’t have worn it.”
    “Damn right! I’ve ruined everything, so thanks.”
    “It doesn’t change things in a bad way, silly. He needed to be shaken up a bit.”
    “You don’t even know him. He’s not like that.” He was too sweet to manipulate with cleavage. And I couldn’t even appreciate the idea since my stomach rumbled from the smells of fried rice and ginger wafting from the kitchen.
    I wondered what he was doing, and realized he was probably working. He’d said once he usually worked Saturdays. The clinic itself wasn’t more than a few blocks away from Thai Wonder, but how that information helped anything was a mystery.
    Nell hadn’t answered me. That couldn’t be good. She wasn’t even looking at me; her eyes were fixed on the menu, which was ridiculous since we had it memorized, and she never tried anything new anyway. Always phad thai with peanut sauce.
    “Nell? Answer me or I’m going to take your new boots back,” I threatened.
    She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
    “I would and I will. I have the receipt.” I grinned