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smiling.
    And in his shorts.
    “Good, I’m going to write up a report on your form and transfer it over to our online patient system. Take your time getting ready, then please come back over and have a seat when you’re organized.”
    My hands feel cool when they leave his body, not energized like they were on his warm smooth skin. My thoughts are once again anxious.
    I start scribbling and ticking boxes, marking up exactly what I have completed today to keep Mark in the know, but I’m distracted thinking about the skin I have been massaging. I’m proud of myself that this is nearly over, but I also feel very antsy and unconditionally drained. Blindly, I search in my bag with my hand, and retrieve two painkillers. I swallow them with the residue from my water bottle.
    Lucca returns to the chair and watches me carefully.
    “Are you alright? Do you feel ill?” he asks with concern.
    “I’m fine, just a headache. I want to catch it early on as I’d like to get a good sleep before my flight tomorrow.”
    He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.
    “So…I think with rest, your anti-inflammatory tablets prescribed by your own GP, and some core exercise, you will be as good as new. Also, if it flares up I recommend you put ice on the area. You need to do some hip opening exercises, gentle back bends to strengthen the lumbar area, and avoid lifting anything heavy. It really is common sense and definitely no impact for now. You just need to take things gently.”
    “Oh, I intend to, Doc. I’m making it my mission to take things...gently.” Lucca chuckles as he winks at me again, causing me to blush, bite my lip and look down at my report. I don’t know what’s so funny about taking it gently, but I’m getting the feeling he is thinking about something else entirely.
    Fuck!
    File under B for Banish. Banish this idea completely.
    But my traitorous body evidently loves the idea of being gently caressed by him.
    “I would like you to make an appointment with Mark for next week to have a follow up assessment done, if that’s okay?”
    He smirks. “I would much rather come back to see you as you seem to have eased off my pain, and I’m now comfortable with you. I trust you.”
    Sheesh, at least one of us is comfortable. There is that word that I despise again—trust.
    “I’m going away for two weeks, and I do recommend it’s checked next week to manage your injury correctly and not leave it too long.” That that is a sufficient explanation.
    He’s deflated.
    “I will get Kimberley, my secretary, to call Mark tomorrow and make me an appointment for next week then,” he says with regret.
    “Great, I will get Mark to invoice you at the end of your treatment and open a patient account for you.”
    He nods in approval and smiles his pristine whites at me. I lift my phone up to check the time and realize it’s switched off, so I switch it back on and note its 5.05pm already.
    Crap!
    The buzzing of texts coming through distracts me a little, and Lucca watches me curiously. Sighing, I shake my head in disbelief as I know I will need to face up to a certain telephone call that I’ve been ignoring all afternoon.
    “I notice you don't wear a watch,” he says.
    What’s that got to do with anything?
    “No, I don’t have one. I use my phone for the time.”
    That silenced him. He looks at my neck, and it makes me self-conscious that he’s scanning my skin which is ironic since I’ve just finished touching and scanning his. Feeling self-conscious, I place my hand over my bare skin. Shit, I wish I had put some jewelery on this morning.
    “Would you perhaps like to go to dinner with me? You know, as a thank you for your kind help today and for seeing me at such short notice. I’m truly grateful.”
    What the hell? Where has this come from? I can’t believe he has the audacity to ask me to dinner. Did I hear correctly? This is wrong on so many levels! He is officially a patient, I don’t do dates, and he is