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Jules stands behind him, fanning herself and swaying, pretending to faint. I choke back a laugh. “Getting there. Still working on my speech. Will you be there?”
“Definitely.” His bright white smile is blinding, and those dimples…well, let’s just say the whole package gives Jules a reason to come to work in the mornings.
Her and the rest of the nursing staff. And probably every other hospital worker, too.
He’s that delicious. And smart. And sweet.
There must be a screw loose somewhere. It’s impossible for a guy to be that perfect and still be single.
“I hope we can grab a drink to celebrate. You deserve it. Congratulations.”
I ignore Jules who is now doing the rump shaker behind Dr. Kiley with zero regard for the bloody and bandaged patients being wheeled around her. He gives me a quick wink and continues down the hall to make his rounds.
“Holy shit, Sloane! Did you catch how he just undressed you with his eyes and fucked the shit out of you on this desk with all of us watching?”
Corrine, the head nurse, glares at Jules. “Can you please table your sick and twisted conversation? There are patients who are in dire need of medical attention here!”
Jules waves a hand at Corrine. “Don’t be so dramatic. Have you heard the code blue alarm go off? No, I didn’t think so.” She grabs my arm and pulls me away as Corrine rolls her eyes at us and huffs about Jules’s lack of professionalism. “Sloane,” she calls out to me. “Can you check in on the patient in Room 5? They just brought him in. He’s in bad shape.”
I grab the chart and head over to the room while Jules keeps talking.
“You seriously have to tell me why you haven’t jumped his bones yet. I’ve watched him drool over you for the past six months, but you never give him an inch. What are you waiting for?”
I sweep a stray strand of hair behind my ear, my lips curling upward. I can still feel the butterfly wings fluttering madly in my belly, well after our impromptu sex fest.
Jules gasps. “Oh my God, you had sex with someone! Who is it? Someone else here at the hospital?” She pushes me into an elevator, her eyes wide. “Tell me everything! Did you find a supply closet or something? Or was it in the residents’ lounge?”
I giggle at the inquisition and shake my head. “Okay, first of all, how did you even know?”
“It’s written all over your face! How could you not have told me?”
I shrug as the elevator creeps up to the fourth floor. “I don’t know. It just happened…not here, not someone at the hospital, before you start tossing out names.”
“Then who?” She gasps. “Not…”
I let out a breath and nod. “Max.”
“Wow.” Jules folds her arms. “Well, as your friend, I have to say I’m concerned. But I’m happier to hear that you finally got off.” She narrows her eyes. “You did get off, right?”
Sensations flood my body, fueling memories of those amazing, toe-curling hours. “Oh, yes. About four times.”
Jules claps her hands. “Four times? Jealous!”
“It was pretty outrageous.” We arrive at Room 5, and I push open the door to check on the new patient. He’s beaten pretty badly, bruises covering his face and neck. I can’t imagine what the rest of him looks like. “Hey,” I say in a soft voice. “How are you feeling?”
The guy looks at me with his one fully opened eye. “Seriously? How the fuck do you think I feel?”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jules chides him, walking around the bed to grab the water pitcher. “No need to get testy. She was just asking you a question.”
The guy grunts an apology and settles against the pillows as I do the exam. “So what does the other guy look like?”
“He fucking walked away after getting in a few good swings. His asshole crew finished the job.”
“Sounds like you need to get your own crew,” Jules quips. “What’s your name?”
“Pete,” he says in a low voice. His cell phone vibrates next to him and he grabs it, putting it to his ear with a grimace. “Yeah. I’m fucking horrible, what do you think? That asshole Oriani showed up, swung his dick around, took a couple of shots, and ran off.”
My ears perk up and I swallow a gasp. Oriani? Did I hear that right? Did Max…? No, he couldn’t have, right? I didn’t see him last night. We only exchanged a few texts. Could that mean…?
