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shrugged and took a sip of soup.  “I love working in rural areas.”
    “Why not a big city?”
    She smiled slightly.  “I could have worked stateside,” she told him, “but I love general medicine.  I love surgery as well, but practicing out here, I get to diagnose ear infections one moment, then sew up a wound from a tractor accident the next.  I never know what my next patient will need of me.  This kind of medicine keeps me on my toes.”
    They talked about the village and the area, the environment and the articles he’d been reading in her medical journals.  It was late when she realized that he needed to get some sleep.  He didn’t look tired at all, but he was recovering from a bullet wound.  He needed sleep.
    “I’d better let you get some rest,” she said and started gathering up the dishes.  She was surprised at how easy he was to talk to.  And she really needed to find a shirt to cover all of that skin, she thought to herself. 
    “You look tired as well,” he commented.  He started to try and get up to help her, but the air hissed through his teeth as soon as he bent over.
    “Don’t worry about this,” she said, pressing a cool hand against his chest, helping him to lean back and relax his abdominal muscles.  “I’ve got it.  Your job is to heal and do it as quickly and quietly as possible.”
    He nodded his head since he wasn’t able to do much more than that at the moment.  As the pain slowly receded and the throbbing in his head slowed, he looked up at her.  “I’ll get right on that,” he teased.
    Raven couldn’t help but laugh.  “I’m sure you will,” and she walked out, leaving the small flashlight for him. 

Chapter 3
     
    Just one more patient, she told herself as she moved into the next examining room.  Just one more and she could go check on…her patient.  Turk was just a patient.  He was only a patient and she would talk to him about his pain, check his wound and get him some dinner.  That was all that was going to happen tonight.
    But when she locked the doors after everyone had gone home, she detoured through the lobby to the small bathroom.  Pinching her cheeks to add a bit more color to her features, running her fingers through her hair and straightened her clothes slightly.  Unfortunately, the image in the mirror didn’t change much.  She was still the same woman with dark circles under her eyes because it was hard to sleep with a man that gorgeous with only a thin wall separating her from all of those incredible muscles. 
    It didn’t matter anyway, she reminded herself.  Because she was the man’s doctor.  She wasn’t his girlfriend.  She wasn’t the adorable, smiling cheerleader on the sidelines even though she mentally was cheering him on to get better. 
    And if she were perfectly honest with herself, the doctor part of her was amazed at how quickly he was healing.  But the feminine side of her, the side that she hadn’t ever acknowledged before Turk showed up, was slightly depressed that she wouldn’t have the excuse of keeping him here much longer. 
    It suddenly occurred to her that she really should be figuring out a way to get him out of this clinic without the bad guys knowing about him.  She only had his word that he wasn’t one of the bad guys, but something inside of her knew that he was good, honest and trying to make the world a better place.  How he could do that as a soldier, she wasn’t completely clear about, but she just knew that something inside of him was good and worthy. 
    And unfortunately, that made him all the more dangerous. 
    She was a doctor, for goodness sake!  She shouldn’t be sad if he got better, or excited that he was a good person.  She should heal everyone no matter what was in their hearts.  She was a healer, not a minister. 
    And at the end of the day, she was still trying to fight her completely inappropriate attraction to a man that she should see only as a patient. 
    Taking a deep