He also didn’t like not knowing why. They were more than just colleagues. They were friends. They shared things. But he also didn’t like that he didn’t like that Helen didn’t share everything with him. That was her prerogative, and he needed to respect it. He just hated to see her upset. And maybe there was something he could do about it. He had helped her out of jams before. He’d driven her and Lindsey home when they’d had too many margaritas on a girls’ night a while back. He’d gone to her cousin’s wedding with her, and endured her mother’s not entirely subtle comments about how he wasn’t a real doctor, just because he had a PhD. He’d bought her tampons. Just the once, and with very specific instructions, but he’d done it. Dammit, he was helpful. Whatever it was, she would tell him eventually. Or she wouldn’t, and he would be totally fine with that. He dropped his briefcase on his desk with a little more force than he intended, sending a pile of papers swooshing to the floor.
