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guess so."
    She smiled and walked out, wondering what he'd be doing that day. Did she really want to see him again? Maybe. She felt a bit strange around him – jittery and completely at ease all at once. He was strange, she decided, and not just because he was cute and dangerous. It was something else, the way he smiled at her and goaded her and then seemed completely at ease wherever he was. He was different from everyone else she'd ever met, and yet it felt like she knew him intimately.
    ***
    A few minutes after his breakfast was over, Adam found himself in the waiting room of a local GP. He hated doctors, and he mentally cursed the rebel who'd shot him in the leg. This wasn't the first time he'd been injured on the job, but it was the first time he'd had to be airlifted to the nearest hospital and then shipped back home. Despite the difficulties of his job, he loved what he did and was impatient to get back.
    "Adam Brenner?"
    Adam stood up, putting most of his body weight on his good leg. "Yep."
    "Dr Saltman will see you now."
    He followed the nurse back to the doctor's room; she was young, pretty in a way, with dark brown hair and a slim, petite figure. Her hair color was kind of like Lea's. Immediately, an image of Lea, with her flashing eyes and pouting lips filled his mind. He grinned to himself, wondering when he'd see her again. Was she as passionate in bed? Well, it wasn't like he'd ever find out. She was spoiled, rich and was obviously the kind of person who had her whole life all planned out, who wanted to get married to a boring, "decent" guy. He should get her out his mind and find a couple of local girls or fun-loving tourists to spend time with.
    Dr Saltman looked up from his papers when Adam walked in, smiled and stood up to shake his hand. "I'd ask what brings you here, but I can already see," he said, glancing at Adam's bad leg. "I've gone through your records from the New York hospital."
    "And here are the original x-rays." Adam handed over the envelope with his medical documents and sat down while the doctor rifled through the papers.
    "I'm surprised you're walking without a cane."
    Adam shrugged. "It doesn't hurt that much. And I was told it would heal faster with exercise."
    Dr Saltman looked up and rested his chin on one hand. "It says in here that you might need to see a psychiatrist due to the traumatic nature of your injury. Do you want a referral?"
    Adam grinned. "I don't need a shrink, it wasn't much trauma and not something I haven't seen before." When the doctor looked skeptical, Adam explained, "I'm a war-zone photojournalist. I got hit by a stray bullet. No biggie." Why was he having to explain this to everyone?
    The doctor shook his head and said, "Well, it's up to you. Let me know if you ever change your mind. Let's have a look at the injury and see how it's healing."
    Adam changed into a robe, and the doctor undid the dressing to see how the wound was healing. It was impossible to tell from his face what he thought, and he called in the nurse to clean the area and re-apply dressing. After it was done and Adam had changed back into his clothes, the doctor asked him what kind of exercise he was doing.
    "Swimming, walking, that kind of stuff."
    "Well, I'd advice against swimming for the next few days, keep the area mostly dry. Maybe try to go for walks, don't over-exert yourself."
    "What do mean, over-exert?"
    "You know, mile-long runs and that kind of stuff."
    "Oh, ok. And how about, um… you know, activities with the ladies?"
    The doctor smiled. "You should be ok to do that, just try not to put too much pressure on your bad leg."
    "Sure thing." Adam smiled and wondered why he'd bothered to ask. But he knew the answer to that - he'd always been confident about being able to have a good time with any girl, and he didn't want to disappoint Lea in case anything happened between them. And that knowledge angered him a little - nothing was going to happen between him and Lea, so he didn't need to