Chapter 6
“Why did you agree to see me again?” His last session had taken place three days before. Candice Hemingway had promised to fit him in twice a week until Christmas. After that…they’d ‘see’. “Sorry, but the short warning, fitting me in, it strikes me as…odd.” There must be a motive. He only hoped her reasons weren’t owing to a severe discrepancy in his mental health.
“For a man so eager to lie on the couch I don’t have, you’re doing an awful lot of complaining.”
Was Candice always going to sound amused with him? Did she sound that way with all her…patients? Did being a patient make him a sick person? Well, crap.
“There has to be more to you seeing me at short notice.”
Candice tucked her legs back in the demure way she had of sitting. Left foot behind right ankle, both legs sla
