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it. As I work my hands up to her knee, she surprises me by speaking.
    “Wow, wait a second, buddy, just because I might be injured doesn’t mean you can feel me up.”
    Looking up, it hits me how pretty she is. With my calm doctor voice, I tell her, “I’m a doctor, orthopedics. I am just making sure you haven’t injured anything.”
    Knitting her brow, she asks in a dubious tone, “Seriously, you’re a real doctor?”
    Something about this woman makes me chuckle; she sure is feisty. She definitely isn’t flirty. But what knocks me out is her beautiful porcelain skin flushed with exercise and these huge dark eyes. Her features are soft, feminine, and petite, while her personality is fierce. It’s a compelling juxtaposition.
    “Seriously, I’m a medical doctor,” I tell her.
    “What, business is slow at the hospital so you show up to women’s soccer games hoping to get some action?”
    Yes, this women is spunky, I like that. “Only soccer games my kid sister’s in.”
    “Who’s your sister?
    I can’t help but chuckle when I say, “The player who took you out.”
    Her eyes narrow, “What! Does she bring you for back up when she attempts to kill opposing players?”
    “You’re as pugnacious off the field as you are on the field.”
    Her eyes get big and round and her head tilts back as she says, “I don’t know if I should be flattered or repulsed by that comment?”
    As I finish with the physical exam, I note that there isn’t anything wrong with this women’s leg. No guy has shown up to claim her. If she was my girlfriend, I sure would be right there if someone took her out. Maybe she’s single; she sure is pretty. Man, this is the first women I have felt any real interest in since Mariana left me a year ago.
    Pulling a penlight out of my back pocket, I check to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion. Her dark eyes are really dark green. My mind spins. How do I ask her out without coming off smarmy? Instead, I stay cool and professional, “Yeah, it doesn’t look like you have a concussion and the ankle looks like it will be Ok.”
    “Don’t you need X-rays or an MRI to know if there’s a problem?”
    “If I thought there was a problem you might need an X-ray or an MRI.” She’s not really a patient, so maybe a little flirting would be Ok. “But, I’m looking at a perfectly fine pair of legs.” I say giving her eye contact and a small smile. “It just looks like you may have tweaked your ankle a little.”
    “How do you know that I don’t have any damage to my spine?”
    “How does your body feel?”
    “I haven’t tried to stand, but sitting here now I feel normal.”
    “Why don’t you try to stand?” I say as I grab her arm in case she falls over. Damn, my whole arm tingles from that contact. Watching her wiggle around, I notice that the rest of her body is as nicely proportioned as her legs. It’s hard to tell with the baggy soccer cloths but she looks slim and curvy.
    “I don’t even know your name—to say thank you.”
    With my best flirty smile, I say, “Nate, Doctor Nate Lombard.”
    “Doctor Nate Lombard, thanks for helping me.” She says with a genuine smile. “I’m Juliette.”
    She has a pretty smile that matches her pretty face. California is looking up; maybe I should seriously consider moving here. “Juliette, whose last name I don’t know, I’m glad my little sister didn’t hurt you. “
    “Cole, my last name’s Cole.”
    “Juliette Cole, I’m glad my little sister didn’t hurt you.”
    “I’m free to go home?”
    Back to doctor serious, I tell her, “I would take it easy for the rest of the day. Ice the ankle. It probably would be a good idea if you take an Aleve.”
    We both stand there looking at each other. Juliette Cole—damn this women is nice looking and something more. There’s this spark. I didn’t think I would ever feel that spark again. As I contemplate my next step, Jamie comes up, placing her hand on my arm. She looks at me,