Chapter 143

He allowed his body to loosen, only to straighten a second later, in case she noticed, afraid of what she read into any reaction. Her gaze never flinched, appeared steady. Her expression came across as serene but the lack of reaction on her part unnerved him. Could she tell? Dean resisted the urge to swallow; convinced she psychoanalysed every twitch. This had to be a mistake.

No paperwork on her desk—none unrelated to him—and only a small notebook, one, which, when she spotted him looking, prompted her to ask, “Do you mind me taking notes?”

“No. Though…are you not going to record the sessions?”

“Not unless one of us believes it necessary. This isn’t a session, yet. Consider it an interview. I don’t suggest recording our meetings at this stage…or any stage. It always depends on each case though I try to keep things as informal as possible. If the notebook bothers you, I’ll put it away. We can do whatever makes you more comfortable.”