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from the window. He had brown seductive eyes, a strong and sensuous face, and a tall, slender body that the young female students at the college found irresistible. He looked at his watch. It was nearly time for his four o’clock appointment. He opened his office door and stepped into the corridor.
    The corridor was empty save for two women walking towards him. Luke had eyes for only one of them. Her head held high, elegant and stylish, she moved towards him like a gazelle. She had a beauty and seductive quality about her that reached out and touched the very core of his being. His breath caught in his throat. No woman had ever excited his interest as this woman did.
    ‘Luke, I would like you to meet Jessica Johnson,’ said Bridget Copley.

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    Jessica saw the way he looked at her, saw the hunger and sexual desire. It was there for only a few seconds and then vanished as Bridget introduced them. But it was enough, and it struck an answering chord in Jessica. She was instantly attracted and for a moment she allowed her imagination to run riot with thoughts of the erotic flame that lay beneath that cool, controlled exterior. One thing was for sure, she sensed she would be no enigma to Dr Luke Greenfield.
    The three of them walked down the corridor to Luke’s consulting rooms, Bridget and the doctor chattering away as old friends who rarely see each other do. Luke had a great deal of time for Bridget Copley. She was a credit to Newbampton, both as a sheriff and as a woman.
    Luke loved women, everything about them: the way their minds worked, their humanity, their strength, and their passion. He adored making love to them. They were givers, creators, and the more powerful the woman and the more control she had over her life and work, the more respect he had for her. Bridget Copley was high on his A list of women to be admired.
    When he had spoken to her earlier in the day, all she had said was, ‘I wonder if you would see someone for me. A case that I think would interest you greatly. She needs help.’
    ‘Four o’clock,’ had been his reply and he had thought no more about Bridget or the woman she was bringing.
    In his consulting room, he addressed both women. ‘I think the two of you should put me in the picture as to whyyou are here and then I would like to talk to each of you separately.’
    Luke kept his eyes on Jessica while the sheriff told him what little she had discovered about Jessica Johnson: her rights to Rose Cottage, the vast sum of money hidden in her handbag. She made no judgements, nor did she express any doubts as to whether Jessica was indeed an amnesia victim. Jessica watched the doctor’s face for a reaction to what he was hearing. She could read nothing in it.
    When Bridget had finished, Luke stood up and ushered her to the door saying, ‘I think it best if you wait for Jessica in the reception room. I’ll come and get you when I’ve finished my examination.’
    Luke took Jessica’s pulse, her blood pressure. He examined her eyes with an instrument that showed a pinpoint of extraordinary bright light. He held her hand and stroked it, assessing its condition. He asked her how she was feeling in herself, whether she had headaches, had fallen down lately, bruised her head in any way. Then he pulled up a stool and sat directly opposite her.
    ‘You seem well enough physically. You’re articulate and very calm for someone who has lost their memory. Are you not frightened by what has happened to you?’
    ‘Only marginally.’
    ‘Not concerned about what you may have lost with your memory – family and friends, a home, children?’
    Instinctively, not wanting to pretend she felt other than she really did, Jessica heard herself answering, ‘I know this may sound strange, but no. If I were to get caught in that trap I would create problems for myself I might be unable to cope with. Will my memory come back, doctor? That’s all I want to know.’
    ‘An interesting question. I think before I