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the door of her private bathroom and was just settling in behind her desk, when Heidi entered with the file.
    “Here’s the file, Dr. Chapel,” said Heidi, placing the folder on the desk. She waved a handful of pink slips. “You had a lot of calls over the weekend. I took these off the answering machine, do you want me to go through them for you?”
    “Actually, no,” Isabel stretched out her hand to take the slips. “I’ll go through them.” Heidi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, followed by quick disappointment that their morning ritual was being disturbed. Plus, it had been a long weekend, so there were even more messages than usual. “Would you mind running downstairs to get me a cappuccino? I have a terrible headache,” Isabel added as an afterthought. If she was sick, maybe Heidi would keep her cool distance. It bothered her to be abrupt with her, but sometimes it was the only thing that worked. Today, she didn’t have the stomach for it.
    At some point during the previous evening, she woke to find herself asleep at the diningroom table. Leaving her empty bowl on the table, she’d stumbled down the hallway and fallen into bed.
    The morning had not gone much easier. She pulled herself exhausted from bed and had to drain a bath full of cold water before she could shower. The last time Isabel could remember feeling so tired had been shortly after Chet had left. The strain had left her without resources, her energy depleted to a point where she could barely function.
    This morning felt the same. The emotional toll of the weekend was catching up with her. The nervous excitement of the club on Friday night, the quick decision – and glorious sex – when she joined Tray to go to the mountains. Being caught in the snowstorm, almost stranded alone in the lean-to, seeing the elk, the terror of the encounter with the bear. It seemed that the entire weekend she’d run on adrenalin and heightened awareness and now her body was determined to catch up.
    She had to push through, focus on her work. She couldn’t have it all be wasted. The Dufferins had been coming to see her for several months now. Opening the file, she scanned her notes. They would seem to make some progress, and then suddenly, they would slide backwards and things would almost seem worse. Isabel knew they were losing confidence in her and in her methods, had caught the quick glances between them during their last session.
    She was determined to not have them follow the exodus of clients out her door. A piece of their puzzle had fallen into place for her on the drive back to town yesterday, and she had an idea that she was certain would work for them. Jaw set, she glanced at the clock, eager to put her new knowledge to the test.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
     
    The three young women leaning against the rail erupted into peels of giggles as Tray brushed past them. Eva, the tallest of the three, had pursued Tray relentlessly at the first of the term. She stood almost six foot tall, with raven black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and accentuated the curvy lines of her well-developed bust.
    Everyone in class knew she was interested in Tray, and he’d taken a lot of flack from the guys when it was clear he wasn’t interested. Eva wasn’t his type, he’d protested. Eva is everybody’s type, they’d responded.
    In the end, it just seemed easier to take her out. She was very attractive and he’d been flattered, but she really wasn’t his type. She was loud, flashy and flaunted her body through the hallways like a three-dimensional calling card.
    Whenever Tray saw her coming down the hall, creating a wave of attention around her, he was reminded of Cat Woman, but he wasn’t sure if there was a real person underneath. From what he’d seen, she was all costume and no substance.
    They’d gone to a movie, where he tried to ignore her closing in on him. He’d felt like a bug in a box. She dropped her popcorn and leaned over his lap to pick it up.