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through my mind, and over all of them was my overwhelming sense of dismay. I couldn’t help it. I had known coming into this that Jax Andrews was a bit of a womanizer—more than a bit. I knew I couldn’t expect anything from him, let alone commitment. Still…
    I glanced over my shoulder and caught Jax’s attention just before I disabled the alarm again. I lifted my eyebrow and he nodded.
    “I’ll key in the code as soon as the garage door shuts. See you later.”
    I had no excuse for lingering, so I simply nodded, opened the garage door, and then left, closing the door a little louder than I probably needed to. I made my way to the gray sedan, clicked the remote and heard its answering beep. I climbed in, relishing the feel of the luxurious leather seats, and then inserted the key into the ignition before reaching for the visor above the steering wheel for the garage remote. I pressed the button and sat frowning as the garage door slowly rolled open. I carefully backed out.
    By the time I had pulled out of the driveway, I was definitely in a foul mood. I was so annoyed that I began scolding myself out loud. “What the hell is wrong with you, Angie Meadows? You think that a few sessions of hot sex with Jax is going to mean anything to him? You’re nothing to him! He’s not interested in anything but sex. And he’s not looking for a wife. He already has one… had… and he’s probably, no… he is definitely not in the market for a new one!”
    I think I probably muttered to myself for a good half of the way to the home health care agency. My mood darkened when I realized that Nancy wasn’t there. I left the papers on her desk, nodded hello to Bethany, her secretary, and made my exit. My mood grew darker by the minute. After dropping off the papers at the agency, I drove back to Hilton Head, taking my time. I ended up at a pharmacy in the same shopping center where I had purchased groceries earlier, and spent about an hour picking up a few things at both the grocery store and the pharmacy.
    I didn’t know whether to go back to the house just yet or not. Then again, I lived there, even if it was temporary. I would put the groceries away, start something for supper, and then retreat to my room. I’m sure Jax and his ex-wife had plenty of catching up to do, and they might not even be there. Then again, they might both be in the pool skinny-dipping or… something.
    I pushed such thoughts out of my mind. Nevertheless, it was difficult. Stephanie was gorgeous, I had to admit it. She also had, at least from what I could tell, a perfect body. Full breasts, narrow waist, flaring hips, and long legs. It was difficult not to compare myself to someone so perfect.
    I had never lacked confidence, never, but I had to be honest with myself, didn’t I? Standing next to Stephanie Andrews, or whatever she called herself now, had made me feel definitely frumpy and lacking.
    As I drove the car back to Jax’s house, I continued to scold myself. I was a nurse. Nurses wore scrubs. I wasn’t going to apologize for that to anybody, least of all to someone like Stephanie. Still, the way she had looked at me made my blood boil. As if I was a creature, nothing more than a bug. That was it; she had treated me as if I was in nothing more than household help. That kind of attitude burned me up. ‘Household help’ worked damn hard, and often kept huge estates running smoothly while their rich owners played around, spent money, and had fun. The thought made me even angrier.
    Still, I had to admit that I was also mad at myself. Mad at myself for thinking that a few sexual encounters with Jax Andrews made an iota of difference to him. I was no better than his Swedish… whatever she was. At that moment, I pledged to myself that I wouldn’t let Jax touch me again. I was his nurse, not his play thing. I wasn’t going to indulge in illicit sex just because he was practically irresistible. No, I would put my foot down and show some backbone and