Two weeks later, he was at her door. She hugged him tightly, not realizing until this very moment just how much she had missed him. He returned the embrace, rubbing her back and kissing her on the forehead. She blushed as they pulled away. "I'm so glad you came," she said. Over the next two days, they toured the city, eating in fancy restaurants and taking walks and picnics in the park. It was on the second night, while they were watching a movie on Carrie's couch, that Devin noticed she looked distracted and uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" he asked. Part of her didn't want to tell him, didn't want him going all "Dr. Devin" on her again. But to her surprise, another part of her did want that, longed for him to take care of her. "My stomach's just upset," the latter part blurted out before the former could stop it. He felt her cheek with the back of his hand, which instantly made her melt inside. "Oh wow, you're really warm," he said. "Why don't you let me take a look at you?" She hesitated. "It's all right, Carrie." He took her hand. "Let me take care of you." "Okay," she said meekly. With a look that was stern yet sympathetic, he added, "That means I'm in charge." She nodded. After stopping the movie and turning off the TV, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom, where he lay her gently on the bed. Carrie felt butterflies in her stomach. As much as she still hated having her body touched and scrutinized, she felt herself yearning for Devin's gentle yet commanding care. When Devin switched on the overhead light, he immediately saw the source of the heat he had felt on Carrie's face. "Oh Carrie," he said, "you are really burnt. Didn't you wear sunscreen?" She shook her head no. The look he gave her in return made her feel like a scolded puppy. "All right," he said, "I'll be right back." He left the room and returned a minute later, carrying a kitchen chair and his medical bag. "Okay," he said, "let's see how bad this is." Though she had worn a tank top and shorts earlier in the day, she now wore jeans and a t-shirt. "You're going to have to take your clothes off, Carrie," he told her. She started to protest, but remembered she had agreed to let him be in charge. Her face flushed, but she figured it probably couldn't visibly get any redder. She sat up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed, and removed her shirt. Then she stood to unzip and remove her jeans. Still in her bra and panties, she prayed he wouldn't ask her to remove them as well. He continued to watch her expectantly, and she realized this particular prayer would not be answered. She turned her back to him while she unfastened her bra. She couldn't decide which direction would be worse to face while taking off her panties, so she elected to keep her back to him. Finally completely naked, she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and turned around, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. He sat in front of her in the chair he had brought from the kitchen. "You have to let me see," he said as he gently took her wrists and pulled her arms away just as he had done in the hotel room the night of the reunion. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." She wasn't sure if he was referring to her or to breasts in general, but either way he was right. She breathed deeply in an attempt to relax. Devin held her hands as he surveyed the crisp tank top shaped outline of the dark red sunburn on her chest and shoulders. Then he stood and leaned around to see the equally burnt skin on her back. He winced. "Jeez, Carrie," he said. "I'm not surprised you don't feel well." "I didn't expect to burn like this," she said. "Well, when this is over I know you'll wear sunscreen next time." She looked at him but didn't say anything. She wondered just what he had planned for her.