Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“They think I had a stroke.”
He looked over to me, and physically jolted at the sight of me standing at his grandmother’s bedside.
“Angie,” he nodded his head politely, then turned back to his grandmother.
That one word had my heart pounding.
That deep voice, saying my name, was the absolute highlight of my shitty day.
“Why didn’t I get this call over the scanner?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
I bit my lip.
How anyone could stand up to that angry voice surprised me, but to see this little old lady do it was downright awe inspiring.
“You know how being in the back of one of those makes me feel!” Ruth yelled at her grandson. “It brings back bad memories!”
I turned back to Bowe, his gorgeous face set in devastation.
“I don’t care if you had a bad experience in an ambulance!” he yelled. “You threw up! Everyone throws up! I could’ve lost you!”
My heart clenched.
“Bowen,” Ruth murmured soothingly. “I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not!” he countered. “Your face is fucking paralyzed.”
“I don’t care how upset you are, Bowen. Don’t use those ugly words in front of me.” She pointed a gnarled finger at him again.
Bowe threw his hands up.
“Where’s your doctor?”
The door to the room opened and another firefighter strolled in, this one being PD.
“Temper, temper.”
Bowe gave PD a look that could peel paint, and I covered up my smile by gathering my supplies and shoving them back into the basket that I pushed around as I visited all of my patients.
“I’m going to go, Ruth,” I told her. “If you need anything, like help to the bathroom or to move to the chair, just press your button, okay?”
Ruth smiled happily at me, only one side of her mouth working, and I took that as my cue to leave.
I zipped out of the small space between the bed and the cabinet, then promptly slammed it into Bowe’s foot.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
His eyes caught mine, and I had to tear my eyes away from his beautiful brown ones or I’d throw myself at him to try to comfort him.
And lord knew he didn’t need me doing that to him right now.
He needed me to get the fuck out, so that’s what I did.
I hurriedly exited the room, but came to a sudden halt to find the entire hallway lined with Bowe’s fellow firefighters.
“Uhh,” I said. “Hello.”
The lot of them smiled at me.
“Hello.”
I waved at them and hurried away before they expected me to talk, and headed straight for the nurses’ station.
“Dr. Pollock,” I called the minute my ass passed into medical personnel domain. “Ruth Tannenbaum, in room 1530, has family there that wants to speak with you.”
Dr. Pollock got up from where he was sitting and went to grab Ruth’s chart.
“Thanks,” he dismissed me as the lowly peon I was.
I rolled my eyes and started to gather my things. “I’m taking my lunch.”
The charge nurse bobbed her head.
“Fine,” she said. “Going to run?”
I nodded.
I usually used my lunch hour to work out, because lord knew if I didn’t work out then, then I wouldn’t do it when I got home.
And if I didn’t run, that meant I couldn’t eat what I wanted without my ass getting as large as a small truck.
So, without further ado, I went to the staff lounge, grabbed my bag, and changed my clothes.
Once I was dressed, I slipped my feet back into my shoes and walked to the elevator.
I was waiting with my back facing the hallway when I heard them coming.
Cursing silently, I looked over to the stairs that were between the staff elevators and the visitor elevators, and realized that I wasn’t going to make it.
No matter what I did, they’d see me.
And I knew that PD took the stairs if he had a chance to.
Freezing in place and hoping they wouldn’t notice me with my hair up and changed into different clothes, I stayed facing forward and waited for the elevator to arrive.
Conversation continued as the men got closer, and I watched the numbers above the elevator doors hoping it would open and I could close it before they got there.
Jesus, what was I thinking wearing these shorts today? Seriously—so stupid.
I had another thought quickly after that one, and it caused me to smile.
Maybe he’s not with them.
I had high hopes that he wasn’t there, but was proven wrong long seconds later when I heard that deep, lust inspiring, jaw dropping, knee shaking voice of his.
The man only had to speak a single word, and it didn’t matter that he was talking about shit—literal shit—while he said it. I was gone, and he didn’t even really try.
He had no clue that he affected me like he did.
If he had direct access to my panties, then he would know.
But since I wouldn’t be giving it to him, then it should be fine. He’d never know…right?