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the new doctor?”
    “Doctor? I haven’t been to the doctor.”
    Peter frowned. “I thought you’d been to see Marie Sherratt?
It was on your schedule.”
    “I have.”
    His laughter echoed around the room. “Well then, you’ve been
to see the doctor, haven’t you?”
    “Oh, I see what you mean. I always forget psychologists are
doctors. She didn’t introduce herself as one either.”
    He shrugged, starting to jog on the spot. “Maybe she doesn’t
like to show off or something? Anyway, forget that. You haven’t answered my
question. What do you think of her?”
    “She’s all right.”
    My answer was obviously too fast, as it aroused his
suspicion and his eyes lit up. I looked away and joined him in his stretches.
    “She’s hot, isn’t she? I only met her for a minute and she’d
just got off a plane from England but she still looked gorgeous. I’m right,
aren’t I? She’s a babe. And damn I love that accent of hers. It’s much better
than yours.” He shot me a good-natured grin and I ignored his last comment.
    “What about Penny?” I asked, for some reason eager to
deflect his attention away from me and remembering he’d told me a couple of
weeks ago that he was dating a blonde with legs that went to heaven and back.
    Peter waved his hand dismissively. “Penny and I are through.
She’s too high-maintenance and we kept arguing about all the time I spend at
the academy, so I told her we were over. I’ve worked damn hard for this career
and I’m not throwing it all away for a woman.”
    “She obviously wasn’t the right woman then. Because when you
meet the right one, you’d sacrifice your life for her, never mind your career.”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised at myself. Where had that sage—and somewhat
soppy—advice come from? Elle? What she’d given up to live with her Master
maybe? Well, wherever it had sprung from, I was annoyed that it gave away more
about me than I felt comfortable with. In Britain, I’d have gotten laughed out
of the gym for a comment like that, but it seemed American men were more
comfortable discussing such topics because Peter didn’t bat an eyelid. Instead
he nodded and carried on with stretching out his hamstrings.
    “Yeah, you know, that sounds right. Penny was a great girl,
for all her faults, but she didn’t bowl me over or anything. Perhaps I was just
sticking with her for the sake of it. Because there was no way I was gonna ask
her to marry me or anything. Maybe I just wasn’t in love with her.” He
sighed. “I keep waiting to meet a woman to fall in lust and love with, but it
just isn’t happening.”
    I resisted the urge to run from the room. God, I’d started
something now, hadn’t I? I’d hit the nail on the head with the problem with
Peter’s previous relationship and now he was ready to tell me his innermost
thoughts and feelings. Was he going to start crying or something? I bloody
hoped not. Damn, I missed stuffy Brits. Keeping it all locked inside suited me
well.
    Either because he’d noticed my discomfort or because he’d
simply said enough, Peter turned to me with a grin.
    “Well, whatever. It doesn’t matter now anyway. I’m not
heartbroken, so I’m going to move on with my life. And what better way to do
that than to find a new girl? I just happen to have one in mind. Which brings
me neatly back to the conversation you managed to divert me from.”
    I frowned, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
    He gave me an incredulous look. “You got short-term memory
loss? I was talking about the good doctor. I asked whether you thought she was
a babe.”
    “Uh, yeah,” I replied, “she’s certainly easy on the eye, but
I don’t know much about her as a person. Our conversation was purely
professional.”
    “Ugh, you uptight Brits. The way to find out more about her
as a person is to get to know her better. And that’s exactly what I’m going to
do.”
    “And how do you propose to do that, smart-arse? Read her
diary?