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darkened and he picked up rhythm, gliding in and out as if he were made to be there, arousing her body with every perfect thrust until the sensations took her back to the peak of pleasure. She met his eager thrusts, sought harder, deeper penetration, and he complied.
    His hips pumped faster, hitting just the right spot, and just as he groaned and came hard, Alexa joined him, sparks flying as she came—again—harder than she ever had in her entire life.
    *   *   *
    L uke woke up in an unfamiliar place. He took stock and realized immediately he wasn’t drunk, thought back to yesterday and grinned. He was in Alexa Collins’s bed in her pretty purple bedroom. Normally, waking up in a one-night stand’s house would bother him, but Alexa wasn’t his typical hookup. In fact, she didn’t feel like a one-nighter at all.
    They’d spent the day in her bed, ordered in Chinese for dinner, ate, and had more sex in her living room, followed by another round in her bed, before he fell asleep with her cuddled into him. He woke up this morning feeling pretty darn good. Luke didn’t understand it, probably because he’d never experienced anything like it—anyone like
her.
He might not get it, but he knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t finished with the good doctor just yet.
    He rolled over, only to find the other side of the bed empty.
    He patted the sheet and groaned. Not just empty. Cold. She’d obviously been up and gone awhile. Well, wasn’t that a kicker. The first time he wanted more from a woman, she obviously didn’t care enough to wake him to say good-bye.
    He rose from the bed and discovered a note on top of his clothes, which Alexa had folded and placed on her dresser.
    Thanks for last night. Emergency at hospital. Let yourself out. A.
    Well damn.

CHAPTER FOUR
    “A re you sure your father wasn’t a hoarder?” Luke asked Sawyer, as they lugged yet more boxes of admitted crap from the basement out to the curb.
    Sawyer dropped his box with a groan. “No comment.”
    The day had dawned sunny and hot for a July morning in New York.
    “You know what’s in these things?” Luke asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
    “Fishing magazines. Now can we talk about something else? Like where the hell have you been?”
    “When did you become my goddamned mother? I called to tell you I wouldn’t be here till later this morning.”
    “You also said you met someone. Then you walked in here and not a word about it. Serendipity’s a small town. Chances are I know her. So tell me more.”
    Luke had no intention of standing around and gossiping like a girl. Ignoring his buddy, he headed back to the house for another load of trash.
    “Was she any good?” Sawyer asked, pushing for answers.
    Not that Luke blamed him. In the past, they’d never hesitated to share information if they picked up a hot chick after a game or out of town. Thing was, it’d been a long while since Luke had been on that path. The same for Sawyer. So maybe that explained the other man’s interest.
    “What’s wrong? Dry spell so bad you have to live vicariously through me?” Luke asked as Sawyer caught up to him inside the house.
    Sawyer opened the fridge and tossed Luke a vitaminwater, then took one himself and chugged it down before meeting Luke’s gaze. “Touchy and secretive about a hookup with a tramp who doesn’t mind doing you not twenty-four hours after meeting you.”
    Luke clenched his teeth and silently counted to ten, reminding himself that this was Sawyer’s way of provoking him into replying. Sawyer wasn’t Mr. Sensitive, but he wasn’t a jackass about women, either.
    “Not going there,” Luke said.
    He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to talk about Alexa. Truth be told, he was pissed she’d left him alone in her bed. The least she could have done was wake him before she headed out. Sad thing was, he’d done it to many women in the past, never thinking how shitty it would feel to be on