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The pool boy was still there when she got home. He was sitting on her front steps, chin cupped in hand,
obviously waiting for her.
 Sara brought the convertible to a smoking halt, bolted out the door, and ran to him. She had no idea
why he was still thereтАФCouldn't get a ride? Had news about her car?тАФand she didn't care. After the
morning she'd had, she needed to talk to someone, and Dr. Cummings wasn't what you'd call a warm
and nurturing person. This walking Ken doll would do just fine.

"You wouldn't believe it, youwouldn't believe it!" she cried as he stood. She seized a fistful of his shirt
and shook it. He stared down at her. "A bunch of robed weirdos came to the hospital today and tried to
kill me! There were guns all over the place!"

"I believe it," he said, nodding glumly.

"And Iwas late for grand rounds! And then I had to talk to the police for, like, ever. And I have no idea
why you're here, but I have to tell you, I'm going in for a drink before I do anything, but you can have
your car back, and maybe I'll have two drinks, IтАФIтАФoh, crap." She was fumbling with her keys and
finally got her kitchen door unlocked.

Wordlessly, he followed her inside. She was momentarily uneasy, then dismissed it. Lightning wasn't
going to strike twice today, and, besides, she knew this guy. Sort of. At least, her mechanic knew him.
She was pretty sure.

"You wouldn't believe it, you wouldn'tbelieve it," she babbled again, pawing through her freezer for the
bottle of Grey Goose vodka. A screwdriverтАФlight on the O.J.тАФwas just what she needed. Possibly
more than one. Possibly half a dozen. "What a crazy day! Even saying 'crazy day' doesn't do it justiceтАФ"

"Wait." At his command, she fell (uncharacteristically) silent. "You're Sara Gunn?"

"What? Of course I am. You know who I am. Yes. Am I out of ice? Oh, who cares. I'll drink it neat, if I
have to ... is vodka good with vanilla ice cream?"

"Sara Gunn of6 Fairy Lane?"

"Yes. We've beenover this." He was so beautiful, and so, so dumb. It wasn't fair. Like she neededthis,
today of all days. "Now, d'you want a drink? Because I'm having one. Or do you need a ride? Am I
supposed to keep the blue one? It's a nice car and all, but not really my style. Although frankly, the day
I've had, I don't give a shit either way." Belatedly, she remembered her manners. "I'll call the garage for
you and have someone come pick you up. Okeydokey?"

He scowled at her, his gorgeous green eyes narrowing until they looked like pissed-off lasers. "D'you
think you can ramp down the condescension a little bit, Miss Gunn? I get enough of that from my friend
Moira."

"Doctor Gunn," she said automatically, even as she blushed. "Sorry," she added. "It's just that you
seemed .. . confused. Even more than me.

And that's saying something." She reached for the phone. "I'll call the garage."