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Yeah, he wasn’t lacking in the typical doctor-as-god ego department. But wasn’t that their attraction? Because her own ego was pretty healthy, she only dated men with strong opinions of themselves.
    Lord, maybe this one wouldn’t be intimidated by her “ball-busting” personality, as Dr. Golden Hands had so nicely put it. Only one way to find out...
    “Well, well, well, look who’s lost and now found. Ryan, call the nurses, let them know we’ve located their missing doctor.” Caitlyn stopped in front of Stillman, hugging her helmet close. “So, did you miss your exit off 275?”
    He removed his sunglasses and hooked them in his shirt placket. The bastard probably knew the effect his blue eyes had on women. A flash of white teeth indicated he didn’t find her brand of humor daunting or obnoxious. Another good sign.
    “No, had a meeting with your medical liaison.” He pulled a card from his hip pocket and waved it in front of her. “Just getting paperwork approved for flight surgeon status.”
    Caitlyn shifted her helmet to her other arm. “Your chance of getting assigned to any of my missions is pretty slim.” While the Coast Guard always needed experienced medical personnel on call, there could be eight to ten rescue crews operating out of their air station at any given time.
    Stillman shrugged broad shoulders. “That’s not why I signed up, Lieutenant. I’m an ER doctor because I like emergency medicine. I volunteered as a flight surgeon in New York and it was always my intention to do so here in Florida.” His crooked smile returned. “Ending up on your chopper would simply be an added benefit.”
    He turned to Ryan with outstretched hand and cheerful expression, as if meeting her copilot was as important as seeing her. Had she misread his interest?
    “Lieutenant Greeley, good to see you again.” He gestured toward the sky. “It’s clear and calm. Did you get a chance to fly?”
    Caitlyn straightened her back and narrowed her eyes at Ryan. He’d pay dearly if he’d said anything about her reputation for only flying well in bad weather.
    Ryan grinned and bobbed his head like a buoy in a storm, then bumped his shoulder against hers. “Yeah, she even let me land today.”
    Well, okay. Self-deprecation was typical for Ryan. Stillman’s laughing blue eyes focused on Caitlyn and her stomach shimmied in response. Oh hell, why not go after what she wanted? He looked like fun, and she didn’t have any plans for her upcoming days off.
    She checked his left hand. No ring, but she’d been burned by that trick before. She tipped her head forward and scooted her sunglasses down her nose to peer at his face. “If you’re driving the truck, does that mean Mrs. Doctor is driving the Mercedes? Or would that be a Lexus?”
    His answering chuckle was pure male satisfaction. He was interested all right.
    “That would be the
ex
Mrs. Doctor. And she left
because
there wasn’t any Mercedes or Lexus.”
    Now it was Caitlyn’s turn to smile. He’d married a gold-digger. Well, then, he had nothing to worry about with her. She’d never been attracted to money.
    “Excellent. Ryan, don’t you have somewhere to go?” she asked without breaking eye contact with Stillman.
    Ryan snorted. “Yeah, I’ve got to scout out a good dumping site in the Gulf.”
    * * *
    Stillman ignored the copilot’s departure, preferring to keep his attention riveted on the much more interesting and downright sexy pilot. Her hair floated around her shoulders in soft waves of deep red, with sun shooting tracers of light through it like a firefight.
    “So Dr. Blue Eyes, were you waiting for me, or was this just one of those happy coincidences?”
    Damn, she’d slid her shades back up, covering her own impressive eyes. His slow-functioning brain caught up to her words. He grinned. A self-assured woman with more than looks going for her—had he ever had the pleasure of pursuing one of those before? “I don’t believe in coincidence. Or