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stumped.  Not a difficult question, she told herself as she tried very hard to ignore the heat of this man.  What was her name?  Should be an easy question but with his chest warming her back, she wasn’t even sure what day it was.  Name?  Oh goodness, a name.  Raven!
    “My name is Raven!” she gasped.  “Um…Raven Bishop.”  She closed her eyes and struggled for professionalism.  “Doctor Bishop.”
    “Ah, so you’re the one who saved my life, eh?” he asked, his hand coming down and resting against the countertop.  “I guess I owe you my thanks.”
    She shook her head, but at that precise moment, she wasn’t sure if she was denying the awareness of him as a man, or telling him that he didn’t need to thank her.  “You’re my patient,” she said and moved out of his arms, grateful when he didn’t trap her there against the countertop.  “I’m your doctor.”
    He leaned back and stared down at her.  “I’m guessing that’s significant.”
    She shook her head.  “No significance,” she lied.  “But I’m guessing that you need food.  You’re probably starving.”  Once again, her eyes traveled down his body, her eyes devouring his muscular form.  “Soup!”
    She walked out of the room, taking deep breaths and trying to get herself back under control.  She was a doctor, she reminded herself.  She was supposed to be professional and aloof!  This man, he wasn’t here for her visual delectation, she reminded herself as she opened two cans of soup and poured both into a pot.  Her fingers shook as she turned the heat on under the pot then looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. 
    She heard him mumbling and suspected that he was using her phone again.  That was fine.  If he had someone who could come here in the middle of the night to get him out of here, all the better.  She wouldn’t interfere in any way. 
    In fact, if he could just sneak out, that would probably be better for everyone. 
    Then her thoughts hit her and she was ashamed.  He was her patient and he obviously wasn’t healed enough to be traveling.  He had just suffered a major wound and his side was most likely throbbing.  Not to mention, his head probably felt like it was splitting in two.  That bump on his head looked like it could take a few days to ease up. 
    The soup started to boil and she hurriedly stirred the contents, then popped some bread into the toaster.  She added some fruit and vegetables to the tray, wondering why she was trying so hard to make everything look nice. 
    Good grief, she thought with impatience. 
    When the soup was hot, she poured it into two bowls, adding more to his than to hers.  Then she lifted the tray and carried it back into the other room.
    She found him sitting down on the small cot with his back propped up against the wall behind him.  He was reading one of her old medical journals and she wondered if he understood any of it. 
    “I know you’re hungry,” she said and handed him a bowl.
    “This looks great.  Thank you, Raven.”
    She picked up her own bowl.  “I’ll just...”
    “Don’t go,” he urged when she was about to walk out and leave him alone. 
    “You don’t…”
    “But I do,” he countered before she could even finish whatever she was going to say.  “The company of a beautiful woman always makes the food taste better,” he told her. 
    Goodness, handsome and charming!  A lethal combination. 
    She’d lifted her spoon halfway up to her mouth when she stopped and looked over at him.  “I don’t even know your name,” she told him, shocked that she hadn’t gotten that information from him immediately. 
    He almost laughed, thinking she was kidding but the look in her silver eyes told him that she was completely serious.  She didn’t recognize him!  Even that was a surprise.  “I’m Turk,” he said, leaving off his last name and title.  “And what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”
    She