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me.” I said it, but I don’t believe I said it. They need to lock me up somewhere . She was flustered now, unable to meet his gaze. To her inexperienced eye he looked frazzled. If Nellie Pulaski was here, she’d have the right spin on things in seconds.
    â€œI thought about it. I wanted to. I’m not real good at stuff like this. You’re a doctor!” He made it sound like she was God’s chosen messenger.
    â€œI can tell.” There was a definite edge to her voice. Nellie was right—she needed to get out and about more. She needed to know how the game was played these days. She’d never really dated Eric Evans. She’d just sneaked around with him. One of these days she was going to give that whole scene some serious thought. “I think I’d like that root beer now.”
    â€œOut by the pool?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œIf I called you and asked you out, would you go?”
    â€œA date?”
    â€œYeah. I bring flowers, and you get dressed up.”
    â€œWill people follow us and try to rip your clothes off?” Oh yessss. She was begining to think Nellie was right. She did need to get laid.
    â€œProbably. What will the hospital think if your picture’s plastered all over the paper?”
    â€œI have no idea.” She felt herself cringe when she imagined bold, stark headlines. Rocker Dallas Lord partying with Benton’s senior staff doctor. She should have been a dermatologist or a podiatrist. Nobody cared what they did.
    â€œI guess it isn’t such a good idea. Unless . . .”
    â€œYes?” God, was that breathless voice hers? Sara Killian, you are a party waiting to happen .
    â€œUnless I arrange things here. I can have our dinner catered and I can order the latest movie. I have a wide screen in my projection room. And, I have a popcorn machine as well as a soda fountain. If you bring your bathing suit, we can take a late night swim. We could carry that one step farther if you throw in a nightie for a slumber party. How about tonight? Should I kiss you now to show you what you’re in for or should I wait.”
    â€œProcrastination doesn’t work for me.”
    â€œAhhh.”
    It was the kind of tremulous kiss that, given the right circumstances, could lead to other things and both Sara and Dallas knew it. Sara broke away first, her face hot and tingly. “I have this mental picture of you strutting around the stage blasting out a song while millions of people shout your name and young girls throw their panties on the stage. I don’t know if I can handle that.”
    â€œI have this mental picture of you cutting open someone’s chest cavity while blood and gore spill out. I don’t know if I can handle that.”
    Sara started to laugh. “I don’t do heart surgery. What time is dinner?”
    â€œAfter dark unless you want tabloid pictures. Do you want to leave your car and take one of my Jeeps? Personally, I think it’s a good idea. There’s an automatic gate opener on the visor so you can scoot right in. I changed the code on the gate earlier this evening. No one can get in here but me.” Sara thought his voice was defensive-sounding when he said, “I’m not being paranoid here. I just want to be left in peace for now. Yes or no on the Jeep?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œI’ll ride with you down to the gate. I’m glad you came, Sara, and I’m looking forward to dinner. Want a root beer for the road?”
    Sara shook her head as she climbed behind the wheel. “Will you try and get some sleep now?”
    The cell phone in Dallas’s back pocket buzzed. He yanked it out of his pocket, flipping the lid and antenna. “The only people who have this number are Nancy and Adam,” he said. “Dallas here.”
    Sara tried not to listen as Dallas’s voice went flat. She expertly backed the Jeep out of the garage. She shifted gears as she headed back