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beginning to see how deep his hostility ran. “When did it change?”
    “ Right before she married Xander.”
    “ Were you two already sleeping together?” I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, but I needed him to confirm.
    He nodded. “Almost from the first time we’d met.”
    “ So once she decided she was going to marry Xander, what happened?”
    “ She didn’t decide she was going to marry Xander. One week I’d fucked her and she told me she was falling for me, and the next, Xander had dragged her off to Vegas and they eloped.”
    “ How did that make you feel?” I scribbled more on my notepad, glancing up at him to gauge his current feelings.
    “ That’s when I realized how much she’d gotten to me.”
    “ And it had nothing to do with Xander having won?” I narrowed my eyes.
    “ No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know. It felt real. I was tired of sharing her with him. I loved her, and he rushed her off and married her as if he knew about us.”
    “ How long did you… have you harbored this jealousy of your brother?” I cleared my throat, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.
    “ As long as I can remember. I was loved for three years, and one day my parents came home with this baby, and I was abandoned. I mean, they included me in everything, but I always felt like they doted after Xander like he was some kind of prince.” He fell silent.
    I was speechless. I don ’t even think Ian realized his love for his brother’s wife was based on a lifetime of jealousy. Getting him to really see things objectively and learn to accept who he was without comparison to Xander would be tough.
    I called an end to the session and scheduled him for the following week. I was always sure to keep Xander and Ian’s appointments days apart. Last thing I needed was for them to run into each other in the one place I was trying to make their refuge.
    *~*~*
    “How’d your session with Ian go?” Xander asked.
    “ Good.”
    “ Good. That’s it?”
    “ Yup.” Xander followed me through the kitchen as I pulled down dishes and took the takeout Chinese food I’d picked up out of the bag.
    “ What did he tell you?” He was obviously fishing.
    I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “We can’t talk about that.”
    I piled the food on two plates and threw away the cartons.
    “ Why not?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but his eyes gave away his desperation to know what transpired in our session.
    “ That would be the equivalent of me telling him what we talk about during our session.” I knew he’d never want that.
    “ Not the same,” he said as he sat next to me and watched me eat rather than joining me.
    “ Why isn’t it?” I glanced at him.
    “ Because he’s not fucking you.” He stared at me with a straight face.
    He can ’t be fucking serious.
    “ Seriously,” he said as though he’d read my mind. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
    “ In that office, there are no sides, Xander, and I’m not breaking doctor-patient confidentiality because you think your dick has godlike powers that should make me defile my ethics.”
    “ I already defiled your ethics. Months ago, when I fucked you on your desk.” He pulled a lopsided grin.
    I grimaced at him and decided to go back to eating. If I let Xander egg me on, we’d be arguing, then fucking, then arguing again.
    “ How am I supposed to know he’s not turning you against me?”
    I dropped my fork and glared at him. “You have to trust me and know I’m smart enough not to get manipulated by Ian.”
    “ She was smart too.” He looked at me with worried eyes, then got up and left the kitchen. I watched him as he sat in front of the TV but never even glanced at it. He sat on the couch with his head back, staring up at the ceiling.
    I wanted to be angry at him for not trusting me , but I knew where he was coming from. He’d lost someone to his brother already, and his desperate need to cling to me and keep me away from Ian was