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and perched his hip on the exam table. “So, now that we’ve established that you find me unbelievably hot, what are we going to do about it?”
    She would choose to have a holiday fling with the cockiest man in Maplesville.
    He tipped his head to the side. “I know. How do you feel about playing tour guide?”
    “For you?”
    “Yeah. I need someone to show me around Maplesville. I’m still new here. I haven’t had a chance to see much of this place.”
    “But I thought you weren’t going to be around for all that long?”
    Why was she still coming up with excuses? She wanted this. She wanted him.
    “The length of my stay is still undetermined. But as long as I’m here, I might as well enjoy myself, right? Are you busy tonight?”
    “You want to go out on a Monday night?”
    He shrugged. “Why not?”
    “What about Jacob and Sandy?”
    “Jacob’s spending the night at his friend Kennedy’s. They’re having some big kickoff to Christmas break sleepover.” He gestured toward Sandy. “Ms. Hairball here should be good on her own for a few hours.”
    Callie barked out a laugh, then she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
    “Okay,” she finally answered, barely able to suppress the nervous, giddy excitement surging through her. “I still have several surgeries, but why don’t you pick me up around seven. Have you ever eaten at Emile’s?”
    He shook his head.
    “It’s in Gauthier, about twenty minutes east of here. The Christmas in Gauthier celebration is going on right now. If I’m going to impress you with what this area has to offer, that’s the perfect place to do it.”
    His eyes traveled languidly up and down her body, setting off sparks along her nerve-endings.
    “For the record, you’ve already impressed me with what this area has to offer, Dr. Webber.” He leaned forward and placed a swift kiss against her lips. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    “Exactly how did a scorpion get attached to your…uh, your junk?”
    “How else? A dare, of course.”
    “Of course.” Callie rolled her eyes.
    “Hey, I was one of the new guys. I wanted to make an impression on the men in my unit.”
    “By walking around with a scorpion dangling from your dangly parts? I can’t even imagine what kind of impression you were trying to make.”
    “Thought it’d show them that I was fearless. Ended up just showing them that I can be dumb as shit. And that I have a high tolerance for pain. I never even flinched.”
    Callie’s laugher turned the heads of several people dining on the outside patio at Emile’s Restaurant in nearby Gauthier, where they had been eating and conversing for over an hour already. Stefan had conceded that the place was far nicer than anything he had been expecting. Located on the town’s Main Street, which looked as if it had been lifted straight out of a Normal Rockwell painting, the restaurant, with its rich, dark brown hardwood floors, shimmering, elegant chandeliers, and crisp linen table cloths, could hold its own with anything he’d seen in downtown New Orleans.
    Despite the chill in the air, he and Callie had opted for the patio, which was adorned with huge poinsettias, strings of sparkling lights, and the faint sound of Christmas music being piped out of discreetly hidden speakers. Tall heat lamps strategically placed around the patio made it just warm enough to enjoy the clear, crisp night without freezing to death.
    “How’s your crab cake?” Callie asked.
    “Delicious.” He held out a forkful. “You want to try?”
    She shook her head. “I can’t. Allergic to seafood.”
    “Damn, that must be hard as hell living here on the Gulf Coast.”
    “Tell me about it. I’ve fallen victim to temptation twice, and barely lived to regret it both times. I go into anaphylactic shock and my throat starts to close up.”
    Stefan slid his plate closer to his side of the table. “Nothing is worth that kind of trouble.” He set his fork aside and