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cow. What was going on? She’d
never experienced this kind of instant, visceral chemistry with a man before,
and though she wasn’t the type of woman who fell into bed with complete
strangers, she honestly couldn’t see herself protesting if this man made a move
on her.
    God, if he marched over and kissed her right now?
    She’d probably let him.
    Swallowing, she broke eye contact and fiddled with the end of
her braid. “Anyway, do you have any more questions? Because, er, I should check
on my patients.”
    With a knowing smile, Sebastian stood up. He rolled his
shoulders for a moment, as if being stuck in that tiny chair had done a number
on his back. Hell, it probably had, seeing as the man was built like a
linebacker.
    “I think we’re all good.” He reached for the tape recorder he’d
left on the desk. He clicked it off, then shoved it in his canvas shoulder bag,
along with the notebook he’d been scribbling in during the interview.
    “So when’s the article coming out?” Julia asked, trying for
some casual conversation.
    “Not sure yet. I don’t work for a specific publication,
remember? So I’ll need to shop the piece around first. I still have your email
address, though, so I’ll keep you updated.”
    “Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”
    They slid out the door and fell into step with each other in
the corridor. When they passed two of the volunteers on staff, Julia quickly
introduced them to Sebastian, noting how both women cranked their flirt meters
up a notch or two in his presence. Apparently she wasn’t the only one affected
by the waves of magnetism rolling off that big, strong body of his. And he
reeked of confidence, walking in a measured gait that was almost a swagger,
offering that charming smile to everyone they encountered on the way out of the
clinic.
    When they finally stepped onto the pillared porch, Julia
stifled a sigh of relief. The clinic wasn’t tiny by any means, but Sebastian
seemed larger than life, and it had been getting hard to breathe walking side by
side with him in that narrow hallway.
    She inhaled the humid, late-afternoon air, her gaze sweeping
over the dusty courtyard that housed a few rust-covered pickup trucks, the two
vans they used for transporting supplies, and the crappy old moped she rode when
she visited the more remote settlements to see patients who were too old or sick
to travel, or who refused to come into town.
    For the past six months, this had been her life. Waking up in
the canvas tent she shared with three other female staff members. Treating the
patients who came to the clinic and visiting those who couldn’t. Sitting inside
the mosquito tent with her colleagues every evening, listening to Simone’s
father strum his guitar, or Kevin Carlisle, the British physician, tell dirty
jokes.
    At the thought of Kevin, a frown marred her lips, reminding her
that the Brit still hadn’t returned from his visit to the north. He’d been gone
for several days and was due to return sometime this morning, but he’d yet to
make an appearance.
    “Everything all right?” Sebastian asked, evidently noticing her
frown.
    “Yeah, it’s fine,” she said absently. “I’m just making a mental
note to radio one of our doctors. He was seeing patients in some neighboring
villages, and he was supposed to be back by now.”
    “Is there reason to worry?”
    “Not yet. Kev notoriously loses track of time, so we usually
adjust for his tardiness—we take the time he says he’ll be somewhere, add five
hours, and if he exceeds that, then we’re allowed to worry.”
    Sebastian chuckled. “Sounds like you Doctors International
folks are pretty close.”
    “We are. It’s bound to happen when you spend every waking hour
with the same group of people. We’re like a family now.”
    “I know exactly what you mean.” He paused for a beat. “In my
line of work, you tend to run into the same journalists and media folks and a
sense of camaraderie develops.”
    A short silence