Perhaps he knew she’d run away if he did. His counsellor antennae were probably tuned into such things. Right now they must be twirling round at ninety miles per hour. She glanced nervously at him as he sat opposite. At least she didn’t have her bag on her lap. She’d put it behind the chair so she couldn’t reach for it in a weak moment and give away the fact she didn’t feel comfortable talking to him without having a nice solid shield to hide behind. She’d just have to make sure she remembered to pick it up again. With hindsight, perhaps putting it behind the chair hadn’t been such a bright idea. It was going to look awfully strange when she started shifting furniture around at the end of her session to retrieve it. He’d definitely think she was bonkers. That’s if he didn’t already. Oh, God. Bad move, bad, BAD move. Perhaps she should hook it out now – pretend she’d dropped it down the back by mistake. In complete turmoil, she tried to put on a casual smile. Kit seemed oblivious to her tumbling thoughts.
