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quickly bent and picked it up and laughed when the nurse made a comment about her lack of coffee causing the shakes. No, coffee wasn’t the reason she dropped the chart. She tried to think back to the woman in the ski village that mowed her down. She remembered long curly blond hair, thin pink lips, a bright smile and the smell of citrus and flowers on a warm summer day. Was this the same girl? The window attendant at the walk-up restaurant seemed to think it was.
    “Dr. Macauley, the CT results are back.” The nurse sitting at the desk pulled her out of the memory she was sifting through. Cason read the report on the computer and printed it for the chart.
    “She’s pissed. She wants off that backboard.” The nurse said to Cason when she walked out of ER one. She had just wheeled Adler back into her room. “There are a few people here to see her too.”
    Cason bit the inside of her lip. “Go ahead and get her off the board, but make her lay down. She can elevate the bed if she wants. No visitors until I talk to her. I’ll be back in a minute.” She said.
     
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    Adler was fuming. She told them she didn’t need to go to the damn hospital and all strapped down like she was broken in half was just ridiculous over kill. She had a headache that was common when she bumped her head, not to mention she was already extremely pissed off at her lying, cheating, bastard husband. She really didn’t need this right now. She knew she probably shouldn’t have gone for that trick. Hell, she shouldn’t have been riding the pipe when her mind wasn’t in it, that’s how people got hurt and here she was sitting there on the damn spongy bed sweating her ass off as living proof. The curtain moved and she looked up to see someone in scrubs with short messy dark hair enter the room. She raised an eyebrow at the sexy compact body walking with a confident swagger towards her. She realized the person was female just as deep blue eyes stared down at her.
    “Adler Troy,” She said as she shined a pen light into Adler’s eyes checking her pupil size. “So that’s your name.” She shut the light off and slid it into her breast pocket. “I’m Dr. Macauley.” Cason watched the thought process spread across the face of the blond as she tried to place her. Adler Troy was beautiful, long curly blond hair, flawless tanned complexion, and the most amazing bluish-green eyes she had ever seen. They were the color of the water in Tahiti or Belize. At least that’s the color of the water on the brochures she kept on her desk in her condo in Denver. They were two places she teased herself with every year as vacation destinations. Maybe one day she wouldn’t be single when her vacation days rolled around. She continued. “You have a nasty bump on your head my friend.”
    “Cason?” Adler whispered. She wasn’t completely sure, but it had to be the same woman. She watched the doctor grin and knew right away it was the same sexy body she had plowed into and blatantly cruised. She was already embarrassed as it was and now she had to see her again.
    Cason saw the recognition in her face and grinned. She was surprised to hear her name. She figured that was old news for the local superstar. Apparently, she had left an impression of some sort. She cleared that thought from her mind quickly. “I’m surprised you remember me.” She smiled as she opened the clipboard and signed the release form. “I’d say you have a slight concussion, but it’s so slight that it’s almost of the chart. Still, I am medically responsible for you at the moment so I’m going to give you the required paperwork that accompanies a head injury.” Cason quickly ran through the checklist. “My personal advice is to lay low for a few days. I know you’ll be busy this weekend, but if you happen to fall and hit your head again you risk serious injury.”
    Adler had been through the song and dance a couple of times, thankfully she’d never had more than a minor