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really. Hmm. Maybe she’d bring that up in their session. The coffee pot gurgled. “Would you like to eat then have our session, or session then eat?”
    He took a deep breath. “I better eat first in case you ruin my appetite in session.”
    Sarah cracked up. “Oh please, you know I’m slow as molasses with my job. I like taking your time.”
    He chuckled.
    “I don’t mean literally,” she said, realizing how bad that sounded. “Heck, I’d do sessions for free, it’s my passion.”
    He gave her one of those sweet smiles that meant she’d made it all better. “I know you would.”
    “You better damn well know that.”
    She could stare at him smiling all night. But then she knew in order to keep that smile, she’d have to eventually bust down some walls.
    “Sit right there while I get your food, our food, I’m starving, we can have coffee after if that’s okay with you?”
    “ Coffee with sessions. Sounds good.”
    “ Great. I can’t believe I actually cooked.” She hurried to the kitchen and maintained her professional mode, her he’s my visiting brother mode. It was so much nicer too that way. She felt way more at ease with him in that light.
    “Here it is,” she sang as she sashayed into the living room. He took the plate from her. “It’s called Creamy Cajun Chicken Pasta. I know, fancy sounding. Hey,” she sat with her own plate and sniffed the dish, “might as well go all out if I’m going to take the cooking plunge, right?” She stabbed her fork into her food and stuffed her mouth with it. “Oh my God it’s actually good!” She looked at him to find him watching her with a smile. She covered her mouth with one hand and aimed her fork at him. “Don’t think this means you aren’t teaching me how to cook, mister.”
    “I didn’t.” He took his first bite and she waited for his reaction.
    “Not bad,” he said.
    She balked. “Not bad? It’s fantastic!”
    He laughed and took another bite. “Yes.”
    He licked his lips and she jerked her eyes back to her plate.
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    Micah was enamored. Sarah was as beautiful as he’d expect she’d be in normal clothes. White casual shorts that went to her knees, modest of course, and a lavender silk top with a frilly collar, no cleavage. Her auburn hair was down and tucked behind her ears. It was just past her shoulders, as he’d guessed. She always wore it up at the hospital and he’d hoped, maybe even prayed, that she’d wear it down for him. She had on little makeup, just enough to accentuate her natural beauty and it was all he could do to not sit and stare at her. She was putting on a superb act all for him, despite her clearly being nervous. For him, she could surpass any fear, any inhibition. And that was a total turn on in every possible way.
    After dinner, she led him to “the office” which turned out to be her back patio on the third floor, scented candles—cedar and sandalwood, he was sure—a plastic table with a bowl of pinecones and two chairs. White. “I was thinking this would be much less traditional, more comfy?” She stared at him closely for the verdict, fully preparing to meet his preference.
    “This is nice.”
    “Great. Have a seat my dear sir.”
    “Yes, madam.”
    They sat and she smiled at him like she was just thrilled to have him over, like he were some celebrity all while wondering what approach she needed to take. He recognized that she’d moved their personal space to a three foot distance suddenly. Nice.
    “So,” she began, “How do you like the apartments?”
    Ice breaker. “I like it well enough.”
    “You have a bottom floor, lucky you.”
    “Nooo, I’d prefer a third floor like you. I like being on top.”
    “Ohhh okay.” She bit her lip and looked down.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” Though yes, he did.
    “Meet any neighbors?”
    Sex was definitely not a topic she was going near in any shape or form. Yet. “Yes, I met the woman right next to me.”
    “Oh? Tell