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pressed down on his head at the base of his skull. “Breathe,” he ordered.

Ryan obeyed. He felt McShane’s fingers cup under his skull. Jesus, if he kept this up, he’d cum in his pants, Ryan thought, torn between horror and laughter.

“Again. Breathe.”

And suddenly there was a release, so sudden, it did almost feel like orgasm. And the migraine subsided.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked at the man incredulously. “What did you do?”

“My wife has them. It’s a form of acupressure. There’s a series of pressure points,” McShane replied. “I’ll send you the name of her acupuncturist. She can teach you. But they’re hard to do on yourself. It’s best to have a partner.”

Ryan wanted to curl up somewhere and take a nap. “That’s amazing,” he said sincerely.

“Stress. You’ve been under a lot of it,” McShane said, moving back to his seat.

You have no idea, Ryan thought.

“So is the book as you recall it similar to the paper he just gave you?” Vic asked curiously.

The Provost snorted. “Yes.”

“Really?” Ryan said.

“Yes. Read the two tonight and write a formal complaint for me,” McShane said.

Ryan decided to let him have the win on that order. He felt better than he had in days.

“If you would,” McShane added politely.

Ryan nodded. He looked at his attorneys. “Get things started. I’m going after Teresa as soon as you think I can.”

Vincent Ruiz nodded. “Best to leave her where she is until we’re ready for the two of you in San Francisco. It will take a couple of days to set things up.”

“We still have the problem of Ian Black,” Vic reminded them.

The receptionist stuck her head in the door. Seeing them still there, she came in and closed the door, leaning against it.

“We have ICE agents up front,” she said.

Everyone froze.

“Did they say what they wanted?” Vincent Ruiz asked her.

She shook her head. “Asked to speak to the senior partner about a possible breach of ethics,” she said.

“Take them into my office, Carolyn,” Vincent said quietly. He didn’t seem disturbed. She left the room.

“Victor? I think you should escort our guests out the back way,” he ordered. He was more dominant than he’d appeared at first, too, Ryan noted. Damn McShane. He had Ryan attuned to the dynamics of it all over again.

Vic nodded. Vincent left first. Vic gave him a 10-count, and then said, “This way, gentlemen.”

McShane didn’t say anything, he just followed Vic out. Ryan brought up the rear. The backdoor lead to a small parking lot and the back alley. Vic took them to the end of the alley and pointed west. “The Park Blocks are that way.”

McShane nodded and strode off. “Get some rest,” he said. Ryan watched him go, and felt a stirring of lust, of wanting him. Jesus, he thought defeated. Here he was lusting after a male dom, when he’d just been talking about wanting to marry Teresa. It made him sick.

“You know where your car is?” Vic asked.

“I’ll find it,” Ryan said shortly.

“I’ll call you when we’re ready to set up the rendezvous,” Vic said. “It’s been an interesting afternoon.”

Ryan glanced at the young attorney. “You have many days like this?” he asked.

“Not quite like this,” he conceded. He frowned. “I’m worried, to be honest. But contacting Teresa could bring attention to her. We’ll just have to keep our fingers crossed.”

“And move fast,” Ryan said. It worried him too. ICE kept showing up. And then he went to find his car.

Chapter 21

4 p.m. Monday, OHSU psychiatric clinic — Ryan didn’t have an appointment, but he didn’t know where else to go. He needed, really needed, to talk to someone. It couldn’t be the Washingtons, married for 30 years. It couldn’t be any of his friends. Really? Explain to Cage that he was aroused by the Provost? Like he’d understand that.

Well, maybe he would, because he’d taken his eavesdropping in stride. But then to realize that Ryan was planning on marrying Teresa? No, none of his friends would find that acceptable. They’d been Teresa’s friends too.

So, he drove up to the psych clinic to see if Dr. Clarke was there and if she had time for an appointment. He didn’t know if she’d understand it. But at least she was professional enough to listen. And to tell him he was full of it, if necessary.

Besides. He didn’t have anyone else to go to.

And wasn’t that pathetic?

He parked, went inside. The nurse looked up, and saw him, and gestured him to the waiting room. “It may be a while,” the nurse said.

Ryan nodded. Today, he did take a seat, and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. His headache was coming back. He could almost feel McShane’s fingers cupping the base of his skull. His body stirred at the memory. He ground his teeth.

“Ryan?” Dr. Clarke said. “What’s wrong? Come in my office.”

She looked a bit haggard, like it had been a long day for her too. Ryan started to apologize, and then didn’t. He sat in the corner of the couch where he’d sat the previous Saturday. She closed the door and sat down. She looked at him silently, until he opened his eyes and met hers.

“Tell me,” she said gently.

And he just let it all pour out. “How can I get turned on by the touch of someone, and yet love someone else and want to marry her?” he ended. His voice caught. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to cry in front of her. Again.

“There are many things that need to be said to that,” she said. “But I have met your Provost, and he’s sex on two legs. What?” she said to his surprised look. “Just because I’ve been married for 20 years doesn’t mean I can’t see! Doesn’t mean I don’t look. It means that I’ve made a commitment to value our relationship more than I value the sexual pleasure I might get elsewhere.”

Ryan rolled that around a bit in his head. Not about desire, but about action?

“Or did it bother you that you were attracted