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Steve. He was a resident here. Tall, kind of thin,
but good-looking. He has brown hair and deep gray eyes. Surely you would
remember him?” 
    He leaned across
my desk with a naughty glint in his eyes. “Nice body?” 
    “I don’t know. I
haven’t seen much of it.” I picked up a memo on my desk.
    “You didn’t look
hard enough.” Steve stood from his chair, pressed out the slight crease in his
dark pants, and came around to my side. He sat on the edge of my small chrome
and faux wood hospital issue desk and folded his arms.
    Steve Seville
had a killer smile, sharp, aquiline features attributed to a Nordic ancestry,
and a slender but muscular body that he trained rigorously at a local gym.
    “So?” he asked
after several seconds of silence. “When is the big date?”
    I tossed the
memo back on my desk. “Saturday. He wants to take me to Lucifer’s.”
    “That’s a good
first date place. Casual.” Steve nodded approvingly and then stared at my dark
green scrubs. “I think the twins should come out for this one,” he stated,
pointing to my bosom.
    “Actually, I
thought I would go casual but conservative. I was thinking maybe a pantsuit
with my hair up?” I glanced up at him, grimacing with self-doubt.
    “No way.” He
stood from my desk and eyed me up and down. “Tight dress to highlight your
curves, hair down, and soft shades of brown for make up. Makes you look
mysterious when you wear brown eye shadow, and it highlights the blue in your
eyes.”
    “Anything else?”
    “Yes, sleep with
him.” He walked toward my office door. “All doctors want sex on the first
date,” he proclaimed.
    “No, all men want sex on the first date.”
    Steve faced me,
grinning. “Not the ones I’ve been out with lately. If this one doesn’t work out
for you, there’s always next year. I know dead people who have more sex than
you.”
    “I shouldn’t
have said anything to you.” I picked up a chart sitting on the side of my desk.
    “Too late.” His
face became serious again. “Back to business. You have a nine o’clock with
Peterson about the infection rates on the hip implants this month, and I’m
supposed to remind you about the quality management meeting tonight at six.”
    “Thanks.” I
sighed heavily as I began to go through the chart in my hand.
    He reached for
handle on my office door. “I’ll see what I can dig up on your Dr. Blessing.
Never hurts to check them out first.”
    “All my mother
needs to hear is that he’s a doctor and she’ll be booking the reception hall,
no matter what type of felony he may have committed in the past.”
    “Oh,
God…mothers.” Steve rolled his eyes dramatically. “Wait until this guy meets
yours.”
    *     *     *
    The following
Saturday, John arrived promptly at seven dressed in a casual pair of black
slacks and a freshly ironed white Oxford shirt. His hair was still wet and he
smelled of crisp cologne. His stainless steel watch gleamed against his right
wrist.
    “I like your
outfit,” he declared as he took in my clingy, black, low-cut dress. “Elegant
and simple.”
    I shut my heavy
front door with a thud. “And tight in all the right spots,” I remarked as his
gray eyes lingered over my bosom.
    “You said it, I
didn’t. But I’m a man who has learned how to appreciate the finer points of
anatomy.” He held out his arm to me.
    “Spoken like a
true physician.” I took his arm.
    “Man first,
physician second. But the physician part of me is definitely off tonight.
Look.” He flourished his hand over his outfit. “No beeper.”
    We started down
the path to his car. “Should I feel honored?”
    He shrugged. “I
just didn’t want to give the wrong impression on our first date.”
    “What wrong
impression?” 
    We stopped in
front of his dark blue BMW, and he opened the passenger car door for me. “That
what I do is who I am. Many people only see the title ’doctor’ when they look
at me. But you saw me for who I am. I have to admit