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Second Consultation~Caine
Finally finished transferring my written notes to my laptop I closed it with a snap and heaved a sigh of relief. Another day done. My schedule was clear for the day. I felt like going home and taking a nice, long bubble-
I jumped, startled, as the door flew open. Caine stood in the door with a frown. Throwing a glare over his shoulder I heard him mutter: “She is too fucking here. Liar!” and without an invitation he strolled in then began to pace back and forth in front of me.
“Caine, I’m sure my receptionist told you I was gone for the day. I-”
“Yeah, she said that. Obviously you’re not. I could smell you from out there.” He waved a hand toward the waiting room and continued to pace.
I decided to ignore that comment. “Caine, I was just on my way home. If you’d like I’ll pen you in for tomorrow morning at nine. I-”
“I don’t get it. I just don’t get it! That woman runs hot and then cold. I know she wants me. I can smell it and I can see it in her face when she thinks that I’m not looking. But the minute she sees me noticing her noticing me a wall comes between us. What the hell is that? Huh? Huh?”
“Caine-”
“And sure we might not have known each other that long. And we’ve never been on a date or had silly phone conversations until four in the fucking morning but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know her!”
“Caine-”
“She likes the morning. She’s one of those weird, fucking morning people. She wakes up all mussed but chirpy and I just want to put my face in her neck and breathe her in. She has to have a cup of coffee right off. She puts in two spoonfuls of sugar, takes a sip, winces and then adds another. She does that every fuckin’ day as if the taste is going to change.” He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
“She hates germs. Like seriously hates them. She rewashed all the dishes in Rho’s place and wiped down the windows. She threw all the clothes in the wash and neatly folded them back. She loves sappy, romantic movies, hates onions but loves those crunchy onion ring chips. When she sleeps she likes to curl against me. So how the fuck can she say that I don’t fucking know her?”
“CAINE!?”
“What?” he snapped, tossing his arms in the air.
“Why don’t you have a seat and we can talk about this?”
“I can’t sit. I can’t stay long. I had to go out and get some milk. Anything to get out of that house. Her scent is all over the place.”
Getting comfortable I grabbed my notepad.
Appointment with Duncaine Lancaster @ 1600
Caine seems to be struggling with his feelings toward Alana Westfield.
“What are you writing? I hate when you do that shit!”
I shook my head. “I’m taking notes Caine. That’s what I do.”
“Look, I know she’s my mate. I know that here,” he pointed at his head, “But I’m more concerned about here.” He pointed to his heart. “Alana wants all that sappy shit that comes with being in a relationship, and not saying that she doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t have it in me.”
“The fact that you’re even thinking about it, struggling over it, means that you have it in you Caine.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake! Of course you’d say that! You’re a chick. I sound like a fucking pussy. Getting all worked up over something that I really don’t have the time for. I have other things that I need to be thinking about…but I can’t get her out of my head.”
“Caine, have you told Alana any of this?”
“Hell no! She’s antsy enough around me. The last thing she needs to hear is this shit!”
All I wanted to do was go home and take a bubble bath. 
“Anyways, I guess I better go. Alana wants to bake a cake and needs the milk. That kid is going to eat us out of house and home.”
“What kid? Caine? Caine?”
“Thanks for listening Doc. Later.”
Caine is conflicted about his emotions toward Alana. It’s obvious that he’s in love with her but is overthinking the entire thing. And just what kid is he talking about?
First Consultation~Caine
Appointment at 10:30 with Duncaine Lancaster.
I close my planner and glance at the clock. It’s now 11:05. Maybe he wasn’t-
The door slamming open cued me in that my 10:30 appointment had just arrived. I smiled pleasantly at him as he walked into the room and plopped down on the couch.
“Hello Duncaine. It’s a-”
“So, what hell is this all about?”
“Just two people talking. You always seem to have a lot to say.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking chatterbox. ”
“Tell me about it. ”
I watch as Caine shifts on the couch. His fingers beat out a fast tempo on his thighs. “Are you nervous about something Caine?”
“Oh. Let me think. Hmm…I spent ten years in a nuthouse where doctors were always asking me questions and trying to shove meds down my throat. So I might just be a little nervous. Besides the fact that I don’t have shit to say.”
Caine is disinclined to talk.
“Wait! What was that shit? What did you just write on that clipboard?”
“Nothing. Nothing.”
He growls something underneath of his breath then crosses his arms and stars at me with a dark scowl. “It ain’t gonna work.”
“What’s not going to work?”
“You. This! Reverse psychology is a cheap trick.”
“Caine, I wouldn’t try reverse psychology on you. I don’t know why you would suggest that!”
“Says the woman who looking at me as if I’m something under the microscope. As a matter of fact I have a bone to pick with you.” He rolls his eyes when I snort out a giggle. “Haha!! I get it. Dog metaphor but just for your information I am NOT a dog.”
“I know you’re not. You’re a fierce Lycan male. Alpha of the pack. Strong-”
“Cut the shit. So, have you talked to Alana yet?”
Seems very interested in Alana Westfield.
“Would you cut that shit out? Jesus, every time I say something you gotta write it down. It was just a question. I haven’t even kissed the girl. Yet.” He grins when I start humming the Little Mermaid song under my breath. “Dude, the prince in that movie was an idiot. How are you gonna fall in love with a chick because of the way she sings? And then spend all this time with her but when someone comes along with the same voice you ditch her? If I would have been Arielle I would have told him to fuck off.”
“I’m sure you would have. So, you like Disney movies?”
He shrugs. “Most of them. But don’t try to distract me. You never answered my question.”
“Which question was that?”
“The only question I asked!”
“No, you’ve asked several. One about something I don’t remember and then the other was in reference to the Little Mermaid.”
“One about….one about something you don’t remember? You’re killin’ me here! So, have you talked to her yet?”
I pick up my glasses and slip them on before looking down at the clipboard. “I have a couple of questions I did want to ask you.”
Groaning he throws up his arms and flops back on the couch. “I’m gonna have blue balls. I know it, I know it!”
“Stop being dramatic! You didn’t even like people remember?”
“Oh, I like her plenty. I just can’t let her know it. What woman wants to tie herself down to a man beast?”
“Plenty…if the man would come out more often.”
He snorts. “That was retarded. I am who I am. Or I am what I am. Which ever.”
He seems torn about the different sides of his nature.
“I didn’t even say anything! How are you writing something down?” he demanded sitting back up.
“I’m just making notations.”
“Peanut butter.”
I looked up. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I was just checking to see if you were gonna write that down too.” He grinned.
I cleared my throat to smother a chuckle. “Caine, you’ve been a Lycan all your life. Why-”
“Sure, I’ve grown up knowing who and what I was. But I’ve never became that beast until…you know what? We’re done here.
“Caine! Caine! We were just making some progress! You can’t keep-”
I winced when the door slammed shut behind him. “You can’t keep these feelings bottled up,” I said under my breath as I sank back down in my chair. I made another notation.
Duncaine Lancaster hides behind his tough exterior. I’m hopeful that he’ll want to speak with me again.