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Eric. Open your eyes and look at this situation. Right now Dallas Lord is just someone you met who is a nice person. If you let it go further, you will eventually have to deal with the brother. Is that what you want? Can you handle that?
    Sara swung her legs over the side of the bed, Nellie Pulaski’s words ringing in her ears. “For God’s sake, it’s just a dinner. It’s not even a real date.” She continued talking to herself as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, which was starting to fog up from the steamy shower. The clothes she’d slept in came off in a rush. She hadn’t slept in her clothes since her intern days. Another omen?
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    â€œOh, Sara, you look . . . wonderful. Actually, you look downright gorgeous.”
    â€œAm I overdone? Is it too much? Is the dress too . . . you know, flashy?”
    â€œNot at all. You look perfect. Gold is definitely your color. It brings out the gold flecks in your eyes.” Carly’s eyes were clinical as well as critical when she scrutinized Sara’s new haircut, manicure, and sniffed her new perfume. She nodded approvingly. “Don’t mess yourself up when you get in that crummy Jeep. Oh, jeez, the wind’s going to do a number on your hair. Wear a scarf till you get there.”
    â€œAny other instructions?”
    â€œDo you have a condom in your purse? You’re a doctor, Sara. These days women have to take responsibility for themselves. You can’t depend on the guy. You went to the same lecture I did.”
    â€œCarly, I am not going to bed with Dallas Lord. I’m going to dinner. I would never go to bed with someone I just met. The answer is no, I do not have a condom in my purse.”
    Carly’s voice was breezy, devilish. “That’s okay. I put one in for you. It’s in that little zipper compartment. Just in case. You always have to be prepared, Sara.”
    â€œThis is wrong. I’m the big sister. You are the little sister. I should be telling you things like this, not the other way around.”
    â€œOnly by thirteen months. I bloomed early, Sara.”
    Sara looked around for her keys.
    â€œYou left the key in the Jeep. Have a good time. I won’t wait up. I might even stay at Hank’s place tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sara, loosen up and enjoy the man’s company. Be open to whatever is in store for you. Sometimes you are just so tight-assed I want to kick you.”
    â€œYou’re sure I look okay?”
    â€œYou’re so ugly I can’t stand it. Go already!”
    â€œAll right. I’m gone.”
    â€œRemember now, take notes.”
    The smile stayed on Sara’s lips all the way to Dallas Lord’s palatial estate.

Chapter Three
    Dallas looked around the cluttered kitchen. How was it possible to use every pot, every pan, every utensil, plus every dish, to make spaghetti? He’d done just that, and he would have used more had more been in the cabinets. All in his desire to impress Dr. Sara Killian. Maybe Adam was right and he really was some kind of misfit. “Shit!”
    His eyes wild, Dallas reached for the cell phone on the counter when it buzzed to life. Thinking it was Sara Killian, he forced cheerfulness into his voice that he was far from feeling.
    â€œSweetie, it’s Sandi. I’m out by the gates, and they aren’t working. Will you buzz me in?”
    â€œI changed the code, Sandi. Look, we went through this. You said you understood. It was what it was. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same thing.” He eyed the clock on the wall and then the spaghetti splatters on his white tee shirt. He needed to change and pick some flowers from the greenhouse for the table.
    Sandi Sims’s voice was a coy whine. “Oh, Dallas, honey, that’s just your grief talking. We were so good together. We made music together. Surely you haven’t forgotten all those wonderful