“You’ve talked to him about our sessions?” Caitlin asked, frowning. “Aren’t they confidential?”
“They are,” Dr. Lester assured her. “What I’ve told him are merely answers to questions he has regarding your progress. I explained to him it’s not simple for you to simply pick up from where you two left off, and he should be prepared for the possibility that may not happen.”
“When did you tell him this?”
“The other day.”
Caitlin groaned. “He’s been in a foul mood these past two days.”
“What do you feel for him right now, Caitlin?”
When he wasn’t being an ass? “I like him. A whole lot. He can be very sweet.”
“How so?”
“Both big and little things. Like when I was sleeping a lot—I know he’d look in on me because the curtains would be drawn or opened and I don’t remember doing that. I know I have a habit of kicking my blankets off, but they’re always snug around me.”
Dr. Lester inclined her head and a ghost of a smile played on her lips.
“And then when I’m awake,” Caitlin continued. “He always has food ready for me, making sure I’ve enough to eat. Then there are huge gestures like buying me a new car.” The Audi was a surprise; she wasn’t expecting anything fancy.
“You said he can be an ass?”
Caitlin huffed. “I guess I can’t blame him. He puts so much effort into trying to get to know me. But sometimes, I just need space to absorb all this, and he can be suffocating, and I tell him so. He gets pissed. He acts like a petulant childinstead of an adult and disappears into his study as if . . . as if . . .”
“He’s sulking?”
“Yes!”
The shrink smiled widely now. “Travis Blake is very much a man who likes getting his own way.”
“I figured that out earlier on.”
“He’s afraid to push you away.”
“I don’t understand. If he’s acting like a jerk, wouldn’t that be pushing me away?”
“Better than the alternative, which is forcing what he wants on you.”
“I’d rather see the real him than be blindsided later. If he is not a sulky ass but an arrogant one, it’s best he knows now he can’t boss me around.”
The doctor sighed, but Caitlin could tell she was disguising a chuckle. “Are you sexually attracted to him?”
“He’s a very attractive man.”
“That’s not an answer, Caitlin.”
“Then, yeah . . .”
“Enough to have sexual relations with him?”
Oh, God, yes. “Maybe?”
The doctor nodded and scribbled some notes on her clipboard. “That’s good. It’s important to acknowledge that you’re willing to move on from Jase.”
“I told you—Jase and I had been living like roommates for the past three months.”
“You won’t feel any guilt at all?”
