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socks off, but I couldn’t very well work in a strappy summer dress, could I?
    I settled on the company T-shirt and black yoga pants as usual, and tried my best to make my hair and makeup look good. I gave a final glance in the mirror, decided that had to be good enough, and walked out the door. As I turned the corner, my phone began to ring. I fished it out of my purse, expecting it to be Betsy. To my surprise, it was Nate, the guy I had been seeing before I’d left Australia.
    I was too surprised to answer. I felt terrible, but I really hadn’t thought about him at all since I’d gotten to L.A. Actually, I realized, I hadn’t even bothered to let him know that I’d landed. I felt guilty about it, because he really was a good guy. Unfortunately, now that it seemed like maybe Hunter was back in my life, I had to call the whole thing off. But I couldn’t do it right now. Your walk to work is not a great time to break up with someone. I silenced the phone and put it back in my bag. I’d just have to call him back later.
    Ever since seeing Hunter the other day, my head had been spinning. Of course, I had never stopped missing him. I thought about him all the time, and was secretly hoping we could at least see each other again. But I was unprepared for it to happen so fast, or for it to just feel so right . And I’d refused to consider that he’d still be single—that was a surprise. It was scary, how suddenly it seemed like he might be back in my life. I was afraid that something would come along and tear him away from me again. And I was also afraid that eventually he would ask why I refused to keep in touch with him when I left, and I would have to tell him everything.
    But, for now, I tried not to think about that. My day at the office sped by, as patients came and went with their different ailments, trouble spots, and treatment plans. It was a great job, I realized, if you needed constant action.
    Soon enough four-thirty rolled around, and Hunter strolled into my office once again. I tried to keep focus on my current patient, asking her to do fifteen more reps with the exercise band as Hunter looked over and caught my eye. A thrill went down my spine as he smiled his signature not-at-all-innocent grin. I was starting to rethink the whole idea of treating him as a patient. It seemed like it would be impossible to act professionally with him in the room.
    After I finished up with my last patient, I waved Hunter over to my work area and gestured for him to get on the table.
    “Should I take off my clothes?” he asked with a wink.
    “Just your shoes and socks will be fine, Romeo,” I answered.
    “That’ll do for now, I guess.”
    I tried my best to ignore him and set about my work. I got out the massage lotion and started to work on his scar tissue.
    “Any pain since I last saw you?”
    “No, not really,” he said. “Just the pain of not being with you.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “So this doesn’t hurt, then,” I said, pushing harder on the buildup of fluid. Hunter, I could tell, forced back a wince.
    “Nope, no problem at all.”
    “All right, tough guy,” I said as I continued to give him a rough massage. “Have it your way.”
    Hunter kept quiet for a few minutes, but the whole time I worked on his scars I could feel his gaze boring straight into me, all over me. I felt my pulse quicken, as his eyes almost felt like hands, touching every part of my body. I really wasn’t sure I could handle this.
    “OK, that’s enough of that. Let’s get started with your exercises,” I said, gently releasing his foot.
    “Can we do the one where you wrap your legs around me as I do push-ups?”
    “That is not a real exercise.”
    “We could try it. It might help.”
    “Hunter, really. This is my job. And you have a match coming up, don’t you?”
    “A Heavyweight Tournament Semi-Final, to be exact,” he said, smiling.
    “A semi-final, then. My point is, if you want me to be your physical therapist, then