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Meanwhile, Elise was sneaking out of the o to school But coet this far, and if anything, the way her fa Allishon’s loss was exactly why the race needed good, well-trained psychologists

Stuffing things under the proverbial rug was a recipe for interpersonal disaster

"I’ herself out of introspection, she looked at theHer second was that she had to knohat it was

"Is there anything I can help with?"

He shook his head "No, the probleht the scent of soo" He leaned down for the duffel bag he’d brought the exa stacks of papers into it "The roads will be getting bad because of the snow"

"Troy Can you please talk tohis loose shirt into his khaki slacks "It’s all good And I guess I won’t see you until after New Year’s"

Elise frowned "I thought you wantedwith you for Psych four-oh-one, tenty-eight, and the seht free--"

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, Elise"

What the heck was that scent--

Oh Wow

With a flush, she realized what it was Especially as his eyes shifted away from her: He was aroused Because of her

He was seriously, sexually aroused And he was not happy about it

"Troy"

Her professor put his hand up "Look, it’s nothing you’ve done It’s not you, honest"

As he didn’t go any further than that, she found herself wishing he would just come out with it all Not because she was necessarily attracted to hi that was hidden She had had h of that fro life’s inevitable unpleasantnesses