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He threw the sheet off his legs and spun himself so his feet hit the floor, but in just a second, his legs buckled. I ran into his room and grabbed him before he collapsed, barely able to hold his much larger frame up as he tried to stop himself from falling.
Helping him back into bed, I couldn't help notice he had great legs. Perfectly shaped, tanned, and muscular, they fit the rest of him I'd seen the other day. Whoever this guy was, he took care of himself before he ended up lying in the weeds on the side of Highway 27. He looked like he would be right at home on a beach somewhere.
A nude beach. In some exotic location where gorgeous people with beautiful bodies spread out sensually on the sand. Far away from Hansonville.
I found myself lost in thought imagining him lying on that beach with those sexy legs and washboard abs slathered in oil and didn't realize he saw me staring at him until he cleared his throat.
"So, are you a nurse or just someone who likes to check out people at the hospital?" he asked, tearing me from the final remnants of my fantasy.
Looking up from his legs now covered by the sheet again, I shook my head far too quickly and felt my cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. "What? No. I mean…no, I'm not a nurse and no, I don't like to check people out. I'm here for something else entirely."
He smiled and tried not to laugh at my social clumsiness, but it was no use. Chuckling, he said,
"Well, if you aren't either of those things, why were you looking into my room? Are you a patient? Do they have a psych floor and you got off it?"
God, he was rude!
“Well, why were you looking in at me then?”
I didn't answer since I didn't have anything to say that didn't make me look like a fool. His smile faded away, and a darkness settled into his expression. "Are you another one of those reporters from the local yokel newspaper curious if I got my memory back or someone from the police to grill me for the hundredth time?"
Instantly, I became defensive. "No. I was just walking down the hall and you barked out that you wanted a drink. That's all."
He leaned back and sighed. "Oh. Well, okay."
I wanted to tell him to stick his attitude straight up his ass, but then I stopped myself. The guy was trapped in a hospital without any memory of who he was or what caused him to end up on the side of the road on the outskirts of a small town few people had ever heard of. No wonder he was cranky.
Not that he had to be nasty about things.
"I'll get a nurse for you now," I mumbled as I turned to leave.
"I'm sorry about thinking you were a nurse. In my defense, it was an honest mistake, don't you think?" he said, confusing me for a moment before I remembered that I was still dressed in my vet tech uniform.
Looking back at him, I smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."
He flashed me a smile that was a perfect mix of sexy and sincere, and for a moment I just stood there next to his bed staring at him. Dark-haired and fit. The newspaper had definitely gone with understatement this time. If I had to describe him, I would have said drop dead gorgeous with dark hair and eyes like a Greek god.
For the second time in five minutes, he caught me lost in thought about him and asked, "So if you're not a nurse, why are you dressed like one?"
Once again embarrassed by the effect he had on me, I mumbled something about taking care of animals and then said, "I'll go get that nurse for you now. For the water. A drink of water."
Jesus, you'd think I never saw a good-looking man before in my life. I mean, he definitely didn't look like the local guys, but what was I thinking calling him a Greek god. Even if it was only to myself, what the hell was that about?
|K.M. Scott, Author|