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good and very hot and damn he was getting hard just thinking about it.
    Which meant his cock was stupid. Because the woman who had done all those things with him—kissed him, whispered sweet nothings, laughed and teased and let him inside her—had run off with his car and left him stranded.
    Fuck.
    She had refunded his money but that was hardly the point. She’d run away and left.
    I’m sorry. I had to go was not a suitable good-bye. And it was an even worse explanation.
    He had no idea why she might have left. Last night had been good. More than good. They’d both enjoyed it. So why would she just get up and leave? Had she gotten embarrassed about the one-night thing? Decided the walk—or drive—of shame back to Manhattan was going to be too awkward or something?
    Double fuck.
    He allowed himself a small moment of regret and then locked it down and focused on the bit where he was, quite rightly, pissed off about the whole situation.
    First things first. It was past six and he needed to get back to the city. So he would shower, get dressed, and then go see if the powers of cash or unlimited credit could find someone in this motel willing to either give him a ride or let him hire a damned car.
    *   *   *
    He was doing it again. Lucas stared down at his fingers. Which held a slightly ragged piece of folded notepaper.
    The note Sara had left him two weeks ago.
    The one that he’d shoved roughly into his wallet when he’d left the motel and had meant to throw out. Only he hadn’t.
    And, every now and then, he kept finding it in his fingers. Fingers that remembered the feel of Sara Charles’s skin precisely.
    He was famous for his hands—surgeons had to have good hands—but right now that seemed like a curse, not a blessing.
    He didn’t want to remember the exact texture of her skin or the taste of her mouth or the sound of her voice laughing with delight in the darkness.
    The woman had snuck out and left him abandoned in the wake of a near hurricane.
    He didn’t want to think about her. Normally if he dismissed something from his mind, it stayed dismissed. But Sara Charles was bucking that trend.
    Which meant he had to decide what to do about her.
    His first trip to the Saints’ spring training camp in Florida was in two days. Which meant the travel schedule from hell started, too. Every second he could save on travel was time he had for his patients. And that meant using choppers to get around where he could.
    So he needed to find another pilot he trusted. Sara’s check refunding his fare seemed to be a fairly clear message that she didn’t expect him to patronize her business again. Combined with the hire car boosting and the near-dawn abandonment, that was.
    Christ. Near-dawn abandonment? He needed to get a grip. They’d agreed to a one-night thing and she’d taken that to its logical conclusion and left first.
    He’d done his share of leaving women’s bedrooms at the end of one-night stands. A few had left his, too. True, he usually tried to be gentlemanly about things and offer breakfast, but that didn’t always work out.
    He always made his position clear. Short-term only. One night usually.
    He just didn’t have time for anything more complicated. Not now. Relationships were always complicated, in his experience.
    His mother had started trying to throw eligible girls in his path when he’d been in college. He’d avoided those—the girls his mother approved of were generally the kind who wanted to have the same sort of life she had, and he’d been doggedly working to avoid the life his parents expected him to have for as long as he could remember.
    In medical school and during his internship he’d barely had time for women. But he’d had a few longer-term relationships. With beautiful intelligent women who should have been perfect for him. But either they hadn’t liked playing second fiddle to his crazy schedule—which he couldn’t blame them for—or they revealed themselves to be more