Her cheeks felt hot; her thoughts were jumbled. A long second passed before she fully transitioned from her erotic dream to stark reality. Amir was coming up from the dugout under the shack. “I found a couple of these.” He had brought an empty bottle with him. “Are you well?” He stopped as he took her in. “Does anything hurt?” “Fell asleep for a minute.” “I thought so. You were mumbling.” Her heart nearly stopped. “Anything interesting?” she asked nonchalantly. “If it was, it was in another language.” He grinned. “What do you think of this?” She eyed the bottle doubtfully at first, then realized it could come in handy for hitting someone over the head. This had obviously been Amir’s intention, since he was testing the balance of the bottle in his hand now, holding it like a baseball bat. She was a doctor. Her first thought was to heal and not to harm. She held a hand out now as she stood. “You keep the screwdriver. I’ll take that.” And stop thinking about that dream.
