Meredith scrambled out of bed, a chill running down her spine. She bent over and clutched her stomach as she hit the floor. Nausea rose up in her throat but she pushed it back down. She wouldn’t throw up. Not here. Not now. She knew it had been too good to be true. She’d known all along a hot guy like Sam wouldn’t really want someone like her. She tried to make sense of what she’d just heard. Somehow Sam had known about her blind date. It sounded as if he was talking to the guy who’d stood her up. She didn’t understand it but whatever had happened last night, one thing was clear. Sam had felt sorry for her. She’d been a pity fuck. Meredith blinked away the tears prickling her eyes. She never should have let down her guard. If this had been any other one-night stand, she could have walked away with a shrug of her shoulders. She could have eventually convinced herself she didn’t give a damn. But she’d let herself care for Sam. Let herself believe they had a chance at something more than a roll around this soft mattress.