that puts me a little
more at ease.
“Doctor Flynn, you’re the shrink. You tell me.”
He grins. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? The shrink bit?”
I giggle. “I’m worried what I might reveal, so I’m a
little self-conscious and intimidated. And really I only want
to ask you about Christian.”
He smiles. “First, this is a party so I’m not on duty,” he
whispers conspiratorially. “And second, I really can’t talk
whispers conspiratorially. “And second, I really can’t talk
to you about Christian. Besides,” he teases, “we’d need
until Christmas.”
I gasp in shock.
“That’s a doctor’s joke, Anastasia.”
I flush, embarrassed, and then feel slightly resentful.
He’s making a joke at Christian’s expense. “You’ve just
confirmed what I’ve been saying to Christian . . . that
you’re an expensive charlatan,” I admonish him.
Dr. Flynn snorts with laughter. “You could be onto
something there.”
“You’re British?”
“Yes. Originally from London.”
“How did you find yourself here?”
“Happy circumstance.”
“You don’t give much away, do you?”
“There’s not much to give away. I’m really a very dull
person.”
“That’s very self-deprecating.”
“It’s a British trait. Part of our national character.”
“Oh.”
“And I could accuse you of the same, Anastasia.”
“That I’m a dull person, too, Dr. Flynn?”
He snorts. “No, Anastasia, that you don’t give much
away.”
“There’s not much to give away.” I smile.
“I sincerely doub一t that.” He unexpectedly frowns.
I flush, but the music finishes and Christian is once
more by my side. Dr. Flynn releases me.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Anastasia.” He gives
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Anastasia.” He gives
me his warm smile again, and I feel that I’ve passed some
kind of hidden test.
“John.” Christian nods at him.
“Christian.” Dr. Flynn returns his nod, turns on his heel,
and disappears through the crowd.
Christian pulls me into his arms for the next dance.
“He’s much younger than I expected,” I murmur to
him. “And terribly indiscreet.”
Christian cocks his head to one side
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