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front door. He rose from his chair to let the lady in, weaving through the display racks of eyeglass and sunglass frames. He flipped the lock and opened the door. When he got a good look at her, he blinked.
    Whoa, had he been wrong. He deducted ten points for the forty-something guess. This woman was probably in her late twenties and…lovely.
    She smiled at him, and attraction hit him right in the gut. Boom.
    “Hi, I’m Camille Kirby.” She held out a hand and he took it automatically, feeling a buzz of awareness sizzle up his arm.
    Lord Almighty. He cleared his throat. “Dalton Wakefield.”
    “I really appreciate you seeing me, Dr. Wakefield.” She squinted at him, letting him know he was a blur to her. She let go of his hand to step inside, brushing against him because he hadn’t stepped back when he should have.
    “Not a problem, Ms. Kirby.” He shook himself, shut and relocked the door, and led the way to one of the exam rooms. “There’s some paperwork you need to fill out, and then we can get started.”
    “Of course.” She fished around in her purse and came up with her wallet. “I have all my insurance information ready to go. Or cash if you’re not in my coverage network. I don’t care as long as I can see soon.”
    He nodded and waved her into a chair. “Well, we aren’t a one-hour glasses place, but I can likely set you up with some temporary contact lenses. How long will you be in town?”
    “I leave one week from today.” She took the clipboard and pen he offered her. “I’m counting down the minutes.”
    Ouch. That couldn’t be good. Most folks didn’t want to leave Gatlinburg. “Not a good trip so far, huh?”
    “It’s been a rough twenty-four hours.” She flashed that smile again before she brought the clipboard to within inches of her nose and started filling out the paperwork. “But thank you for making it a little better.”
    “My pleasure.”
    While she was busy, he took a moment to look his fill. He didn’t normally gawk at his patients, but he didn’t normally have such a visceral reaction when he first met a woman. She was petite, but curved in all the right places. Her dark red hair just brushed the tops of her shoulders, and the locks were a bit mussed. The lightest smattering of freckles decorated her cheekbones and nose. Adorable. That was how she looked, but the sharp intelligence in her hazel eyes was unmistakable. He doubted much got by this woman, with or without glasses on.
    “Do I have something on my face, doc?”
    Since freckles was an inappropriate answer, he said, “No, ma’am.”
    A dimple tucked into her cheek, making her look even cuter, but her tone was brisk. “Then why are you staring? I can feel you watching me.”
    Well, he’d hit that nail on the head, hadn’t he? She missed nothing, despite her claim to being half-blind without prescription lenses. “Just waiting for you to finish.”
    “Sorry.” She glanced up, her nose wrinkling. “That probably came out touchier than I meant it to.”
    “Don’t worry about it.” Especially since he had been staring. “You’re having a bad day.”
    “Yes, I am. Thanks for understanding.” She signed her name at the bottom of the last page, set the clipboard down, lifted the clip to square the edges of the paper, and laid the pen precisely across the top so it was parallel to the clip. “I’m done with these.”
    Anal retentive, much? He resisted the urge to mess up her organization, just to see how she reacted. Get a grip, Wakefield. This is a patient. He picked up the paperwork and scanned it.
    He felt like a skeevy douche for noticing that she’d marked the box for single, and forced himself to focus on the pertinent medical information about her most recent eye exam, what kind of lenses she wore, if she’d ever had refractive surgery, prescription medications she took, and which ocular conditions she’d ever been diagnosed with, if any. Personal and family medical history. Nothing looked