other’s dreams? He wasn’t sure what that meant, wasn’t even sure whether he liked the idea, except that for now, it aided him to get physically and mentally closer to Helen Roston. That part, he liked. Very much.
Dr. Kirkland’s office door was open. He looked up expectantly when Jed walked in.
“Were you expecting me?” Jed asked.
“No, I’m waiting for Helen.”
Good. Then he didn’t need to make a trip to see her. He took a seat by the desk. “I thought she’s been cleared for a few days off. She should be at her place resting.”
“She called an hour ago and told me that she needed to see me. She told me that her condition was back.” Kirkland looked at him quizzically. “She also asked me to tell Jed McNeil that she needed to see him ASAP.”
Jed waited a beat. The implication of that message was pretty clear. “Those were her words?”
“Exact words. I didn’t give you away. I told her that I’d pass that message on if I saw you, adding that it was highly unlikely since I knew you were out on a mission and would be inundated with meetings when you got back. But yet, here you are.” Kirkland’s brows lifted enquiringly. “Did you get hurt? Have you revealed yourself to her? It sounded as if she knew who her trainer was.”
Did she? Jed considered for a few moments. “She’s guessing. Probably testing you too.” Or maybe she’d finally seen his face in her dreams. She’d told him that she couldn’t quite make out the face of the man whenever she had one of those shared dreams. “What else?”
“She said she was having problems sleeping, that her…ah…sensitivity was bothering her. Also, she had a massive migraine just before that. Being that Armando also had headaches when he was testing the serum, I told her to come in so I could give her another check-up, and that’s when she said that she needed to see you ASAP.” Dr. Kirkland smiled. “You haven’t answered my question.”
Her “sensitivity” was a polite way to put it. Jed had seen how she’d responded to his touch during her extremely “sensitive” state. She hadn’t been willing to have anyone look at her injured leg because of it. Until he forced the issue, that was. He’d had to take care of her leg. And her. He doubted whether she’d forgiven him for that last part yet.
“I’m not injured, Doc.” Jed debated for a moment whether to tell the doctor that he and Helen had been intimate. He probably knew already. “Did she elaborate more about her sensitivity?”
Kirkland nodded. “Extreme sensitivity to touch to the point of unbearable. That’s why she hadn’t wanted a physical when she first came back in from the mission. Since she wasn’t limping any more, and knowing that you’d used the bio-compound on her leg the night before, I didn’t give her a thorough check-up.” His gaze grew more speculative. “Not that I want all the details, Jed, but if you keep giving her private visits, she’s bound to discover your identity.”
“You can’t give deep tissue massage through virtual reality, Doc.” A small wry smile formed. He liked the idea of private visitations very much. “The mind can be tricked but her injury would still be there.”
“Yes, I know, and since she’s as obstinate as you are, and wouldn’t let anyone touch her, you took the risk and went to her yourself.”
“She wasn’t being obstinate,” Jed said, and then conceded, “just a little, but it was mostly that she couldn’t figure out why she felt the way she did. She wasn’t comfortable explaining her condition.”
“Even to her doctor?”
Jed shrugged. “I took care of it.”
Kirkland paused briefly, studying Jed. “And now she knows you’re her monitor.”
“She isn’t sure.” He liked the idea of pushing her further. Sexual imprinting was all about manipulation, after all. “Continue to avoid giving her a direct answer. We’ll see what she wants once she’s here.”
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