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US Embassy, Tel Aviv
It was only a few moments later that the exam room door reopened.
“Stone!” Talia said as she rushed in and hugged him. Before she knew it, however, she pulled away, almost as if she felt like she had done something wrong.
“You’re all right?” Stone asked.
“I’m fine,” Talia replied as her eyes traced his chest and physique.
“What? Oh, the marks. It’s nothing.”
She continued staring, but pulled her eyes free and turned away. “I’ve never been so scared in my life.”
“I still don’t know what happened.”
“Would you . . . put something on?” She turned and flicked one last glance at his chest.
“Oh, sure.” He looked around the room. “Hey, where’s my shirt?”
“That’s right. I think they cut it off you.”
Stone stood and leaned against the counter. “So what happened?”
