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switch off for a while. I nodded and gasped in all the right places, but my mind wandered back to the doctor. We hadn’t really talked. He’d only said one or two things. But his eyes had been like pools of blue I’d wanted to drown in. And his fingers on my skin had almost burned me alive, but in a good way.
    How did a man have an effect like that on me? I hadn’t known anything like that, not even with Marcus, and he was the man I’d intended on having a family with. I sighed. He would call me, he’d said. I wondered what kind of man followed up with a phone call when it wasn’t even a date, if the men in my life usually didn’t even call after a four year relationship together.
    “I like Richard,” Trevor said, and the words pierced through my train of thought. “He says he’ll see me again when we get the cast off.”
    “That’s great, honey,” I said and turned into our street.
    “I want to see him again.”
    “Yeah, me too,” I said under my breath and we got out and walked to the dark and empty house together.

Chapter 4- Richard
    I phoned her, hoping she would remember who I was, not as the doctor that had asked her out on a whim, but as the gentleman that had been willing to help. I’d been ridiculous asking her out like that. Her dark eyes had drawn me like a magnet, it was like she had this burning flame inside of her that attracted me no matter how hard I fought it.
    Her coffee-colored skin was smooth and I wondered what it would feel like, I had resisted the urge that night to touch her and eventually I’d failed. I’d wrapped my fingers around her wrist in the most appropriate way I knew how in public.
    She’d felt like a live wire under my fingertips, a current so strong I was still charged with it.
    I had just wanted to see her again. The emergency room wasn’t my usual shift. I was scared I’d never have the chance again.
    She didn’t look like the private hospital type, anyway. She looked like the kind that could make do with very little, stretch the smallest piece of cloth into a blanket that covered the world. She had a resolve to her that I hadn’t seen in someone for a very long time. It wasn’t the kind of resolve I’d seen in Astrid, the surefooted strut that she would get what she wanted because she pouted enough for it.
    It was the kind of strength that she would get back up no matter what tripped her in the first place. I had the idea she’d fallen a lot of times before. It was the kind of strength that said she would get whatever she wanted because she fought for it.
    That kind of soldier, that pillar of strength, attracted me. It drew me because it made me feel like that was someone I had to spend more time with. Not the fickle whims of a woman who has been indulged too much in her life.
    I sighed and looked in the mirror, straightening the tie before I swore and pulled it off. It wasn’t a date. I’d made that very clear to her. I couldn’t go dressed up like this.
    I changed my tailored pants, swapped them for jeans, and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, rolled up the sleeves. Better. I didn’t look like the wealthy doctor now. I looked like I could be a friend.
    A friend. The way her skin had felt under my fingers, the way her body curved and dipped, made me want to be everything but friends.
    I’d chosen a restaurant that was out of the way a bit, a place I didn’t usually go to. I didn’t want to run into someone I knew. I didn’t want them to frown down on her because she didn’t have milky white, porcelain skin and bullet proof make-up. I just wanted a night where we could both escape.
    I was walking out the door when my phone rang.
    “You didn’t give me a date for the lawyer,” she accused. “We have to discuss the settlement.”
    I sighed. I didn’t want to think about the pending divorce and all the assets we would have to divide.
    “Can we do this later? I’m not really in the mood.”
    “Let me come over, we can have some wine and