“Yep.”
Holden looked away. “Our company has resources. We could look into it.”
“I’m afraid if anyone asks questions someone might realize I know enough to say something.”
“And you’re very visibly attached to us.”
“One could say that.”
“I’ll add it to your private file, but we won’t run it down right now.”
The door to O’Brian’s office opened. A middle-aged man with grizzled hair appeared. He wore jeans and a deep-maroon sweater.
“Ah, Mr. Ryker. Come in.”
“If I may sweep the room first,” Holden said. It wasn’t a question.
O’Brian blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Sweep? I think you’ll need a vacuum.”
“Security sweep.”
“Ah, yes. Um…don’t mind the cat. She’s hiding behind the couch.”
Holden shot him a smile. “I love cats.”
Collin settled on the couch facing O’Brian.
O’Brian readjusted his glasses again and patted his desk, finding a clipboard. “I need to pick up my new prescription. They’re at the shop. Got the call this morning. Just haven’t gotten there yet. So, Mr. Ryker. What do you prefer I call you?”
“Collin, please. What should I call you?”
“Oh, Broderic is fine. I’m not big on titles even when I’m in the scene. I’m assuming Mr. Moreau told you that you can tell me anything about your home life?”
Collin gave a jerky nod. It was hard to imagine this man in a BDSM situation. He looked like he’d be more comfortable running a fantasy tabletop game.
Broderic squeezed his face up in a smile. “Have you ever seen a therapist before?”
“Never.”
“Not even at school?”
“No.”
“So, what made you and your partners feel that you should start?”
Collin laughed without humor. “Probably the first panic attack they saw. And a massive inability to take care of myself.”
“Oh.” Broderic adjusted his glasses again. He looked Collin up and down. “So, is this all Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth?”
Collin looked down. He was in one of his now normal blue business suits, brown leather shoes, and matching belt. He did look put together.
“Yeah, this would be new.”
“You look healthy.”
“I didn’t a month ago.”
“What was happening a month ago?”