"Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, "but I was under the impression that you weren't looking for anything more than a short-term arrangement either, Miss Free Spirit." She flushed. "I wasn't the one who ran for the door that night. I was doing just fine with the summer-fling thing." "I did not run for the door. I left in a hurry, but I did not run." "Details." "Important details. And I'd like to remind you that I showed at your gallery the next morning," he said. "It's not like I didn't call. And how the hell do you think I felt when you told me that the sex had been therapeutic? You made it sound like a good massage or a tonic, damn it." She bit her lip. "Well, it was in a way." "Great. Well, do me a favor. The next time you want physical therapy, call a masseuse or a chiropractor. Or buy a vibrator."