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s one of those days. Twelve straight hours, non-stop emergency cases, and an
t the heat do its magic. But what really revives me is the smell of fresh coffee as I collapse onto my sofa. One hand o
, life rarely l
rst sip, there's a l
ree
night. Who knoc
empty. Delivery? Didn't order a
urg
pounding, ready to call the cops if needed.
wo
thing, sky-high red heels, and legs for days. One hand clutching a champagne bottle, the other on her
you?" s
"Pretty sure I shoul
my guy's place." Her ton
nt number, then back a
re abou
d her intelligence. "Obviously.
Seriously? "La
's about to barge right in. I instinctively move back, muscles tens
ess. Dark hair, six-pack abs,
he says, voice
ty-now she's all smiles and flirty eyes. "Oh hey," s
then struts away like she's on a catwa
tually just happen? And the guy...
re
that laid-back smirk that makes me instantly annoyed. "I'm yo
you invite someone over, maybe make s
spin around and s
nst it, exh
on't li
of guy who lives for chaos and casual flings. Not
the couch. Grey's Anatomy resumes, and I
on's
r, staring at the door that
t was...
ghbor's go
alk back into my place. "Not e
-the hookup I ordered tonight. She's sipping straight from the ch
ard," she says
don't
our ne
at. A very grumpy
She kind of
, no instant flirting. She looked at me like I was an i
on, that only mak
door or come sit?" Rita calls,
tter things to do tonight than obsess over a
I deserve one last night of
the couch. "Alright, let