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dealer?”
     
    I shrugged. “I
guess you could say that.”
     
    She tilted her
head at me and licked some salt off her lips. “So how long have you been living
out here anyway?”
     
    “On and off
for about three years.” I tossed a few more beans into my mouth.
     
    “Don’t you
miss the States?”
     
    “Good
question,” I said, cracking open a beer.
     
    “I mean, I
know you said you miss treating patients, but that can’t be the only thing.”
     
    I squinted at
the sky. “I do miss American sandwiches.”
     
    “How do you
mean?”
     
    “Well, in my
opinion, a good sandwich should have enough filling that you don’t have to
separate the bread to see what’s inside it.”
     
    She nodded. “I
agree one hundred percent.”
     
    “And in my
experience, I’ve never been to a country that did sandwiches better than
America.”
     
    “What about
your weight loss book?”
     
    I shrugged.
“All things in moderation,” I said, though I was beginning to think she might
be the exception.
     
    “What else do
you miss?” she asked, tapping her nails along the top of a can of beer.
     
    “I miss my
favorite classic rock radio station.”
     
    “What else?”
she asked, cracking her beer open and taking a sip.
     
    I watched as a
drop escaped her mouth and dripped down her chin until she reached up and wiped
it away with the back of her hand.
     
    “Well?” she
asked.
     
    I looked into
her sparkling eyes. “I’ll miss you when you go home.”

Chapter
8: Audrey
     
     
    I shook my head. His eyes were serious and he was looking at me
in a way that made me feel like I had nowhere to hide, like he could see right
through me. Like he was already inside me.
    I looked down at the gold can in my hands before looking back at
him. Then I exhaled the breath I was holding. “Well, I’m honored to be counted
among sandwiches and your favorite radio station.”
    Jack lifted my
feet and put them across his lap. “What can I say?” he asked. “You’re a pretty
big deal.”
     
    Normally, I’d
be put off by a man getting so close to my feet in less than forty eight hours,
but I reminded myself that he’d already been up close and personal with them.
Plus, it was a relief to be touching him again after being so close on the
bike. Like my personal space was no longer sacred where he was concerned.
     
    I looked down
at my tangerine toenails. “Any plans to go back?”
     
    “To the States?”
     
    “Yeah,” I
said. “Or do you think you’ll live here forever?” I was afraid for the answer,
but I had to know. The last thing I needed was to fall for a guy on the other
side of the world as hard as I might fall for Jack if I stopped paying
attention.
     
    He sighed. “I
guess that depends.”
     
    “On what?”
     
    “On whether I get
sick of all the sunshine and gorging myself on fresh seafood every night.”
     
    “It could
happen,” I said, sounding more hopeful than I’d intended.
     
    He shrugged. “True.
I suppose if I had a good enough reason, I would go back. But there would have
to be something I was really excited about or something I needed.”
     
    “Or something
you liked more than seafood and sunshine?”
     
    He nodded.
     
    “Good luck
with that,” I said, feeling a totally inappropriate sense of loss over
something I never had in the first place.
     
    He smiled at
me. “I haven’t ruled it out anyway,” he said, taking a long sip of his beer
before leaning back on his elbows. “What’s your favorite place?”
     
    “In the whole
world?”
     
    “Sure.”
     
    “That
restaurant we went to last night’s a contender.”
     
    Jack laughed. “Tell
me about it. I’m pretty sure I’m their best customer.”
     
    “I like Southern
France, too.” I let my head drop back and looked at the sky. “Or at least, I
remember liking it when I went there as a teenager.”
     
    “What was it
that you liked?”
     
    “I think it
was all the fields of lavender and sunflowers.” I