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the remainder of the week.
    As he approached the small rental lot, he
thought that Doug Johnston might not have had too bad of an idea
yet. He searched for row D and car space number 12. A Miata was
what he was looking for. A little, red, sporty Miata. This
incentive program may indeed have merit, he thought. And the way
his sales figures have been over the past two years, he might be up
for this often. Andrew smiled.
    What an unusual thought. Ordinarily he was
the one to work way past his hours, up early, to bed late. Suddenly
though, the thought of an occasional vacation was appealing. A
get-away. Surely though, at a place like this there would be
contacts--doctors, pharmacists, hospital administrators. A working
vacation. What an intriguing idea.
    Why hadn’t he considered this before?
    Row D came into view as he paced the row
watching the numbers pass, his gaze locked on the pavement.
Nine—Ten—Eleven—Twelve. He looked up. There was the Miata—and there
was the nut? Pushing a key into the door lock of his little, red, sporty Miata.
    “Whoa.”
    He stepped up. “I think you’ve got the wrong
vehicle.” She snapped her gaze to him, pulled the key from the
lock, and straightened her tall body. Andrew felt that same
unwelcome thud in the pit of his stomach again as her large brown
eyes met his.
    “This your car?” Her voice was as thick as
honey.
    “Well, yes.” He glanced at the ticket
attached to the keys then thrust them toward her. “D-12. A Miata.
That’s mine.”
    She looked at her own keys, then flashed them
toward him. “Don’t think so, see? D-12. Says so right here. I
wasn’t expecting a Miata, but I’m not complaining.” She reached
down to the handle and lifted it. “Besides, the key fits.” She
opened the driver’s side door, tossed her carry-on and backpack
over to the passenger’s side, and got in.
    The door slammed.
    Wide-eyed, Andrew stepped next to the door
and pounded on the window as he heard the ignition grind to a
start. This certainly wasn’t happening. “Hey! What do you think
you’re doing? This is my car!”
    She smiled. That damn, beautiful, aggravating
nut smiled at him.
    “I don’t think so.” She mouthed the words
through the window, drawing them out slowly while still smiling,
then pulled the gear shift into reverse.
    Andrew’s blood roiled in his veins. He
watched as she backed out, then followed along beside of her. “You
can’t do this! You’re crazy!” He pounded on the window again. She
continued in reverse until the car was fully backed out of the
space and pointed toward the exit. Not until then did she stop.
After a moment of staring at one another through the tinted glass,
finally, she let the window down half way.
    “What, is your problem?” she asked, her
doe-like eyes wide with question. “Do you always act like this? Are
you stressed? Perhaps you should try ginseng. Works wonders, you
know.”
    Me? My problem? Ginseng?
    “You’re crazy,” he repeated. “Like I told
you, a walking disaster. Get out of there so we can settle
this.”
    Acting the innocent, she asked, “Settle
what?”
    “Look. Obviously there has been a
mix-up.”
    “I don’t think so,” she said calmly, shaking
her head.
    Disbelief flooded through him. How can
someone be so obstinate and rude—and at the same time so
intriguingly beautiful?
    What was wrong with her?
    Crazy. That was it. She was just downright
crazy.
    Reaching for the door handle, he tipped it
forward and found it locked, which only aggravated him more. “I do
think so,” he said.
    “Nope.”
    Then the window went all the way up.
    She revved the engine.
    And the Miata began rolling, picking up
speed. But before it reached the exit, the car slowed to a stop,
the door opened. She got out and faced him, again.
    Andrew saw her hands go to her mouth as she
shouted. He jogged a few steps closer and strained to hear her
above the roar of a plane engine across the way. “What a creep!” he
thought he heard