He stood automatically, reaching out to shake her hand in greeting and murmuring a polite good morning. A slight heat rose in his cheeks, and he hoped to hell the blush wasn't visible. And why the fuck a simple handshake with the doctor should cause him to blush, he didn't know, but something about her made him feel self-conscious and uncertain in ways he hadn't felt since he was a wild sixteen-year-old serving as his beautiful mother's escort to wild Hollywood parties.
He stiffened his spine and forced himself to meet those sharp blue eyes, unwittingly squeezing her hand just a little too tightly. He watched as the blue eyes flared wide then narrowed, and Dr. Grey gently removed her hand from his. The heat in his cheeks grew, and he felt his stomach churn alarmingly. He and Trick were about to have more in common than he'd ever thought possible if he couldn't calm down soon.
Dr. Grey led him into her office, and he took his usual seat on the plush leather chair in front of the desk. Somewhat surprised, he noticed that instead of taking the chair adjacent to him as she normally did, Dr. Grey seated herself behind the neat steel and glass desk. Crossing her hands on the desktop, she met his questioning gaze calmly, and Brandon let out the breath he hadn't realized he held. His roiling emotions calmed as he took in her stillness, and even his churning stomach was soothed. This was different, but not wrong.
Or so he thought until she spoke.
"I'm afraid, Brandon, that I can't keep you on as patient any longer."
Panic flared. "What? Why not?" His stomach heaved, and he forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose, swallowing rapidly to prevent the consequences of the sudden lurch. He was sure nothing of his feelings showed on his face. He had twenty-three years of practice since his mother's death at making sure of that. He couldn't have heard correctly.
"Because I can't help you in a professional capacity. I've given you the tools to manage your problem; you're an intelligent man, and you can resolve your issues from here on your own." Her voice remained the same as it always had, soothing and cool, her gaze untroubled and calm.
Damn. How had he come to depend on that calmness in such a few meetings? How would he deal without the soothing effect her voice had on his nerves and stomach? Quickly pulling in resources to hide the shocking sense of abandonment he suddenly felt, Brandon grasped the tiny thread of anger and blew it up.
He surged upright and waved his phone in her face. "Fuck. I could have been at the office heading off a dozen major crises! See this? It's called a cell phone. I have it with me all the time. Next time you need to change our plans, use it!"
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