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Dr.
Murphy.”
    Sam uses his last name and this
ridiculous title when she’s behaving impertinently. She knows that it irritates him.
    “Sam,” he reproaches. “You know I’m not a
doctor. Don’t call me that.”
    “Close enough,” she argues and tugs her
ponytail free of its rubber band. “Phew, that was giving me a
headache. I try to wear my hair pulled back when we’re at the
clinic, but it makes my head sore after a while, ya’ know?”
    Simon just shakes his head at her with
the usual amount of confusion and frustration he has where she is
concerned. Her head gets sore because she has a thin little neck
and too much hair. No wonder she gets headaches. Her thick, lush
locks have grown completely out
again after the butchering she’d given herself four years ago to
make herself unattractive. She could shave her head bald and she’d
still be just as demure and appealing although she doesn’t know it.
He places the emptied basket back above her head on a shelf and
tries not to think of her soft hair that had brushed against his
bare bicep when she’d pulled it free of its snare .
    “Simon’s new friends seem nice, especially
Jackie,” Sam remarks.
    “Yeah, sure,” Simon agrees.
    “Where are the trays?” she asks, mostly of
herself. “Oh, found them.”
    “They don’t have very many young people with
them, though,” Sam says as she places sterilized surgical
instruments back into the metal tray.
    “Why would you care about that?”
    She shrugs and says, “I don’t know. Maybe I
was hoping they would’ve brought a truck full of cute boys!”
    Simon stops dead in his tracks.
    “What? Is that supposed to be funny?” he
demands.
    Sam chuckles at him arrogantly.
    “Why would you care?” she asks as she stacks
more items on the shelf beside them.
    “Stop trying to antagonize me, Samantha,” he
reprimands.
    Sam just laughs at him again.
    He’s moved to the shelving unit behind
them and is taking gauze and bottles of herbs and placing them in
the basket at his feet. Sam scoots around him and drops more bandaging and syringes into it.
They both reach for a package of sterilized instruments at the same
time. Her small hand lands on top of his. Her soft touch leaves a
burning sensation on the back of his hand. He can’t believe she
would actually want a truck full of cute boys to come to their
town. That’s not like her at all. She’s afraid of most men. But
something about her saucy attitude and insinuation grinds at his
nerves.
    “Oh, you’ve got that one? Sorry,” she
needlessly apologizes.
    Before she can remove her hand, Simon flips
his over and holds onto her fragile wrist. The intensely sweet
smell of her rushes at him in a wave. It is likely from her
recently freed hair that is perfumed with the scent of the clean,
herb-tinged soap from the farm. Maybe it’s the poor lighting or the
contrast of her black hair and pale skin, but when her eyes meet
his, they seem on fire. The bright blue color of her eyes
positively glows in the dark, bleak room. Long strands of her black
hair have fallen forward and cover her shoulder and hang down
almost to her breast.
    Simon takes a deep breath and tries to
keep himself in check. It doesn’t help when she’s staring at him
with that puzzled, innocent look and parted, dewy lips.
    “What is it?” she inquires so
unknowingly.
    He swallows hard and shakes his head. His
resolve is gone, long gone. The beating of his heart is as loud as
a group of tribal drummers on a deserted island. Very slowly, very
calmly, Simon releases her hand, placing it for some absurd reason
back down at her side as if she couldn’t have managed to do so on
her own.
    “Simon?” Sam asks.
    Then she wets her bottom lip with her
tongue, not suggestively, not in a way that would be lascivious
because he knows that she does not think that way. But it’s more
than he can take because he does think that way. He thinks that way about Sam all the time.
Lately, that’s all he does.