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secretaries of Homeland’s director had
    accidentally sliced open his palm with a kitchen knife
    while attempting to make dinner. Trisha cleaned the
    wound, gave him ten stitches, and bandaged the injury.
    She gave him pain medication and a tetanus shot. The
    medical center had its own fully stocked drug cabinet
    and she just dispensed what medicines he needed. She
    watched him leave.
    Paul finished cleaning up. “You do nice work,
    Trisha. I doubt he’ll have much of a scar.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I’ve got this. You go on home. I’ll do the paperwork.
    You’re off.”
    “Sorry I didn’t answer my phone. I was taking a
    shower.”
    Paul grinned. “I see. You need to comb your hair. It’s
    kind of in clumpy, damp curls.”
    “Good night,” she sighed, walking outside.
    Relief hit her when she didn’t see Slade anywhere.
    She walked about ten feet before she sensed him. She
    stopped and turned to watch him stride down the
    sidewalk, moving right for her. He smiled as their gazes
    met.
    “Ready for me to escort you?”
    “I can find my own way, thanks. I’m thirty years old.
    I have mastered getting home.”
    “You can’t be too careful these days, Doc. You never
    know what kind of animals are wandering around.”
    She shot him a look. Like you? She didn’t say it out
    loud but was tempted to. She kept walking. He stayed
    beside her this time. She had to move quickly to keep up
    with his longer legs.
    They reached her yard and Trisha turned to study
    the man who peered down at her. She unlocked her front
    door and opened it only wide enough for her body to fit
    through. She turned, faced Slade, and backed into the
    safety of her home.
    “Don’t ever walk into my house again. What would
    you have done if I’d still been in the shower?”
    He grinned. “Walked in there to tell you they needed
    you at the center and handed you a smaller towel than
    you had on. Maybe a hand towel.” His gaze roamed her
    body slowly and he smiled wider. “Or a washcloth.”
    She tensed. “You enjoy needling me, don’t you?”
    He just shrugged, still smiling.
    “Is there any particular reason or am I just special?”
    His smile faded. “Maybe I’m interested to see how
    our two species breed too.”
    “Well, find someone else to harass.”
    He shrugged. “Fine by me. If you aren’t interested,
    you just aren’t. I was just looking for a sex partner but I
    won’t bother you again. You should have taken me up
    on it, Doc.” His eyes narrowed. “I just wanted a few
    hours to answers all those questions you have. You’re
    pretty enough that I thought it might be worth my time.
    Night, Doc.” He turned away and started to leave the
    porch. He was halfway to her sidewalk when she opened
    her mouth.
    “Only a few hours, huh? And pretty? Last time you
    kept calling me a beauty.” Trisha allowed her anger to
    flow. “Last time you offered to have sex with me for
    days, 215. Should I feel insulted?”
    He spun around. She knew shock when she saw it
    and it etched his handsome features. That answered her
    question. He really didn’t remember her. She glared at
    him.
    “I think I liked you better when you were recovering
    in my hospital. You were more appealing half dead than
    you are fully healthy. That’s really sad.”
    She slammed the door closed the second he took a
    step toward her. She twisted the locks, slamming the bolt
    into place.
    “Doc? Open up the door.” He growled the words
    from the other side of the door.
    “Good night, Mr. Slade.”
    He twisted the doorknob but the lock held. She heard
    keys jingle. He would try to unlock her door? She bit her
    lip.
    “I’m calling security,” she threatened. “Remember
    them? They were good at stopping you before even
    though you said no one would come to save me last
    time.”
    He uttered a soft curse. “You’re the Doc from the
    hospital, aren’t you?”
    “Oh, so you do remember me.” She leaned against
    the door.
    “Your hair is different.”
    She