Shelia dodged around a small puddle “—you didn’t realize it wasn’t Ran? I mean…really?” “That’s the whole point of the story.” Lacey, running along beside her, shook her head. “It was beyond embarrassing.” “Was Dr. Hottie all nudie naked?” Her best friend grinned as they ran past another pair of joggers. The park’s running trails were fairly busy at this early hour because it was supposed to reach into the nineties that afternoon. “Just dying to know.” A part of her wondered why the hell she’d even brought it up, but then again, maybe it was because she needed to talk about it. Lacey said neutrally, “As the day he was born.” “Why couldn’t it have been me?” Shelia moaned. “Damn. Damn. Damn.” “Yeah, well, I’d rather it had been you.” They started up a hill, brushing past a low hanging bush that had overgrown the path. Already the air was sultry, even at not quite seven in the morning. “Now I have to face Dr. Hottie, as you call him—”
