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be available, but that was his right. He had no business in her love life, and she had no business in his.
    The talk means absolutely nothing to me, of course, she assured herself. It’s just morbid curiosity. A lover’s tryst twice a month…perhaps Louise would even have some other lover, too, for the doctor’s off weeks. But Rebecca suspected twice a month just might be sufficient for a disciplined man like Dr. Saville.
    And just how would you know, she chided herself, how much sex would be sufficient for anyone. Better to ask a duck about survival in the desert.
    Across the hall the door to the examination room swung open.
    â€œMother always wanted me to be a model.” Lauren was boasting as Dr. Saville escorted her out. “I won several most-beautiful-baby contests, you know.”
    Rebecca aimed a covert glance at her employer.
    As usual he was fully attentive to his patient, even though Lauren’s egocentric jabbering and constant fishing for compliments could vex a saint. Lois was right, she decided. He does look a bit bedraggled this morning. Or as Rebecca used to mispronounce the word for years: bed -raggled. His normally neat hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d just run his hand through it and not bothered with the comb. Also, there was a heaviness to his eyelids, a rather sexy heaviness that drew Rebecca in at first glance.
    She couldn’t get the thought out of her head that that was how Dr. John Saville would look in the morning after a long night of lovemaking. That was how his lover would see him when she first opened her eyes, the tousled dark hair, the sleep-heavy gaze, and then his mouth that would…
    She startled herself out of the reverie. Going down that road was insane, and she would not do it. Never. Absolutely never.
    Worried, she knelt down to count bottles of medicine stored on a low shelf.
    Preoccupied, she didn’t hear Lauren leave, nor did she realize John Saville stood in the doorway watching her.
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    For a moment, seeing her, he completely forgot what he meant to say. Rebecca’s cotton velour skirt had slid up high on her thighs when she knelt. She had gorgeous legs, well formed and nicely muscled. And at this angle her V-neck blouse gave him a tantalizing view of her breasts.
    Abruptly he became aroused by the unexpected sight. And just his luck, she chose that same moment to glance up and catch him ogling her.
    Way to go, Saville, he berated himself. You give the woman stern lectures on professionalism, now here you stand before her with a tent in your trousers.
    It brought back all the memories of being called to the blackboard in high school right in the middle of erotic fantasies.
    He lowered the patient chart in his hand, hoping she didn’t notice what he was hiding.
    Rebecca quickly stood up, smoothing her skirt.
    â€œIs there something you need, Doctor?” she inquired.
    The irony of her words made him feel like a thief caught in the act. This woman was wonderful with the patients, he thought. She was confident, intelligent and warm. With him, however, she always had a cold manner. Her frostiness toward him belied the red in her hair and the pearly allure of her complexion.
    â€œYes, Doctor?” she repeated, and her haughty tone plus his consternation at being caught scoping her out made him defensive.
    â€œI just wanted to say,” he practically barked at her, “that I accept the apology you tried to make on Friday night.”
    He had intended to be more gracious about it. Now his good intentions backfired. He watched red splotches of anger leap into her cheeks.
    â€œWell, thank you very much,” she replied coldly. “It’s so nice to be forgiven.”
    The deep, frowning crease was back between his eyebrows. “Fine,” he snapped back, his insides churning like molten metal.
    He disappeared, and moments later his office door shut with a resounding slam.
    Lois now ventured back from the front