It was the void beneath his arm that woke him, oddly enough. Cooper shifted and snorted, then dragged the back of a hand across his mouth.<em>Smooth, jack. You've been drooling all over the place, haven't you?</em>He hadn't, thankfully, so he could face Sarah without that embarassment. He slowly opened one eye.<br/><br/>Could have faced her, anyway. He levered himself up on one elbow and looked around the room.<br/><br/>"Sarah?"<br/><br/>Gone. He sighed and sank back. So that was that. He shouldn't have been surprised, really. She had just come here for a little no-strings-attached fun, right? No reason she should be there in the morning. Not like they were ... well, whatever they would have been. But still.<em>You'd be nice to wake up to</em>. He rested one palm on her pillow, searching for the last traces of her warmth, and was surprised to find a scrap of paper under his hand. He dug the sleep from his eyes with a thumbnail and squinted at it.<br/><br/>Lounging by the pool, huh? He smiled, spirit lifted. That sounded like a good way to start the day. He flung off the duvet and padded to the bathroom. Shower up, then toss the armoire for some suitable cabana boy wear. He had brought a pair of surf jams, hadn't he?