Her stomach turned at the thought. She shook her head.He sat the cup on the scarred wooden table, close enough for her to take if she changed her mind... Then he took a good long look at her.She had bags under her eyes, shadows that were dark enough to hide in. Her face was pale and her hair was mussed. He could see the fine trembling in her hands, see how much of an effort she was making to stay professional. He admired her for it."Okay, Chelle," he said. "Let's go through this again. You were. The driveshaft was fake. Suddenly, she decided to get out of the car. She wasn’t sure what she’d stepped into, but it wasn’t what it was supposed to be…and she didn’t want to stick around to find out. She reached for the door handle, but when she pulled it, nothing happened. Shit, she moaned again in the privacy of her head, the doors lock up when the alarm is triggered. When did they start doing that? And how am I gonna get out of here? It occurred to her that all of her skills in popping a. Reg joined her."So I don't imagine you'll be going out with him." Dead right! He actually had the gall to ask me to attend some do where he's going to give a presentation." What did you say?" His eyes were dancing."Thank you very much but I think I've already heard the presentation this evening."Reg roared with laughter. "You really are a caution, Eleanor," he gasped. "Poor bugger. That must have rocked him on his heels." It was meant to."That set them both off again."By the way," Reg said when. I want you to trust me enough to know that you can tell me anything and I’m not going to judge you. I don’t mind taking care of you, I want to take care of you, but you have to take care of yourself too.’ I leaned my behind against the sink and closed my eyes. ‘Okay. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to stay on my meds, for now. I will find a new psychiatrist, because I don’t want to be on them forever. I really hate the way that I feel on them, which I why I stop taking them.’ I.