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shoes.
    What was he doing here?
    Recognition flashed in his eyes as they met hers, and a satisfied grin crept across his lips. Sandra blinked, unsure of what to do. Had he followed her here? She opened her mouth to reassert what she’d just said, and to send him on his way. Before she got the chance, Doctor Baker bustled out of his office.
    “What’s this? Did I forget an appointment? Sandra, it wasn’t on the schedule you printed for me today.” The doctor stood there, regarding the newcomer with a curious look. Doctor Baker was a kindly man with a full head of graying hair and a neat white beard that made him look a little like a cross between Christopher Lee and Santa Claus.
    “No,” she said, “this—”
    She was interrupted as the man in the room spoke to the doctor directly. “Someone spilled hot coffee on me this morning,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief as he glanced at Sandra. “I thought I was fine, but the burn is a little irritated. I thought I might get some antiseptic.”
    “Oh.” Doctor Baker frowned. “Well, we can take care of that, no problem. Where is it that you were burned?”
    The man motioned across his chest, the lean muscles in his arm dancing as he moved. It wasn’t fair that he had the best body Sandra had ever seen. But since she’d had a glimpse of his true personality, seeing his masculine figure barely stirred any feeling in her now. Barely.
    The doctor nodded. “Come on in. Sandra, this won’t take a moment. No need to take payment or charge for this.”
    “Thanks.” The man smiled, shooting a roguish grin at Sandra before following the doctor.
    Sandra heard the door to Doctor Baker’s office click shut. She put her head down and tried to return to work, but thoughts about the stranger dominated her mind. Why did he look so pleased with himself when he came in? Was he looking for me? The thought was ridiculous. He had no idea where she worked. If he was just passing through town, there was no way he’d have known to look here. Maybe it was just chance that he came into this clinic. Maybe he really only wanted something for the burn.
    Yet, somehow, Sandra could not imagine his arrival being mere happenstance.
    She realized her pulse was erratic. As well it should be! The infuriating man had no right surprising her here like this! Well, she would only have to withstand seeing him one more time when he left. Then this whole ordeal would be over.
    She tapped her pen against her lips, irritation spreading through her. Thinking about the stranger was not going to make her workspace any cleaner, so she put the pen down, and started sorting through the papers, shuffling and matching them with a fierce determination, all the while trying to restrain her raging emotions.
    A short while later, Sandra heard the door in the hall open. She stopped what she was doing, sat upright. Footsteps sounded down the hall. She directed her gaze forward, to the door, so she wouldn’t have to say anything to the man as he walked by. She saw him approach the exit in her peripheral vision. Relief flowered within her when she realized he was not going to make the encounter any more awkward than it need be.
    He reached the door—and stopped. Then, he chuckled and shook his head, as if reevaluating something.
    Sandra’s heart missed a beat when the man turned, ever so slowly, to face her. A confident smirk showed on his face.
    In two purposeful strides, he was at the counter, staring down at her. A wave of heat from his gaze washed over her body. She tried to push the sensation away.
    She cleared her throat, hating how her body still responded to him. The flush of heat between her legs was totally inappropriate. “Can I help you?”
    “No.” His jaw clicked shut, he tsk ed, and the smile disappeared. “I mean—yes.”
    Sandra looked up at him, keeping her face completely still. “Well?”
    “Look, I think you got the wrong impression before.” With the smile gone, an icy intensity now