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At the end of the sixty days, none of us met the challenge, not even Deena! Deena and Ken seem to have settled in together. I don’t see her having hook ups anymore, or stumbling into our room in the middle of the night with some random hunky guy. That never happened again, thank goodness.
Although one afternoon she walked in on Jason and I while he was still roaming around our room in his birthday suit and had to drop to the floor to hide his privates behind my bed! It was actually pretty funny.
Then one evening Jason and I came back after dinner and when I walked into my bedroom, Kara and Jake were in there half undressed. I guess Lexi was using their room with Troy so they thought they would use my room for their sexy time. We all just laughed about it.
I’m not sure if Deena and Ken have made any kind of commitment to each other, I don’t even bother asking her anymore.
Who would have ever thought that this group of hunky Close Encounter worthy guys would ‘settle down’ so to speak.
Even within our foursome, Deena tried to corrupt us into her way of thinking, which may be common around campus, but Kara, Lexi and I just couldn’t go through with it in the end. I’m actually thinking of hiring a cleaning lady to come in every two weeks, maybe we can all chip in to pay for her, anything so I don’t have to clean, I hate cleaning!
~~To be Continued~~
~~In Close Encounters 6~~
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Doctor Behind the Mask
Catherine Coles
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead,
business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Doctor Behind the Mask
? Catherine Coles, 2016
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Duty of Care - Chapter One
Dedication
For my three amigos: Aimee, Amalie & Michelle—my writing sisters who help to keep me sane and they know only too well what a hard job that is!!
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Chapter One
“What the hell is she doing here?” Doctor Lucas Davenport whirled away from the helicopter.
“You know her?” one of his colleagues asked, incredulity sounding in each word.
“I know of her,” Lucas corrected.
“But you’d like to know her,” someone else interjected.
“The hell I would,” Lucas muttered as the object of his ire moved away from the whirling blades, a suitcase in each hand.