Saxon Sinclair contemplated her Scotch rocks and watched the third man in five minutes try to pick up the blonde sitting opposite her at the horseshoe shaped bar that occupied one corner of the Palace casino lounge. She didn’t ordinarily spend her nights in a bar, at least she hadn’t for the last five years. But she couldn’t sleep and her suite, although spacious, felt claustrophobic. She wondered briefly if the blonde, a fellow trauma surgeon she’d seen at the meeting just that morning, was having similar difficulties. She obviously wasn’t there to find company for the night, because she quickly dispatched anyone who seemed to be interested. It was possible, Sax supposed, that the only other single woman sitting at the bar was looking for a different sort of companionship than what the men were offering, but Sax hadn’t gotten that vibe the few times their eyes had met. No. She and the blonde were probably both sitting alone at three in the morning for exactly the same reason.
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