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“Sue me.” He side-eyed me. “Do you really think it’syournurse? Like when did she become yours? The gossip around the hospital is she’s a commitment-phobe.”
“Hell yes, it sounds like my nurse. I want more than casual sex, but she shot me down.”
“Sounds like her. I bet it hurts to be rejected.” He chuckled as he stood. “I need to get back.”
“I’m coming with.” I collected my things.
“And do what? She’s not off until the morning.”
“Then I’ll hang out in the lobby. I think Piper’s working tonight.”
“Yeah, saw Cobra before I left.”
“I’ll relieve him so he can go home to his woman.”
“I’m sure he’d appreciate it. Let’s go then.”
The brunette at the bar shot daggers our way as we left. She could be angry and disappointed, but I didn’t give a fuck. If Nurse Naughty’s name was Hope and some dick had been messing with her, she’d learn nobody touched what was mine.
Mine.
I wouldn’t try to analyze where all this was coming from. I really didn’t care because I wanted Nurse Naughty more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
She better get on board because I wouldn’t take her rejection a second time.
After four hours, I hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of my nurse. Maybe the woman Stitch had mentioned was someone else. He hadn’t been exaggerating about the ER being busy. Every chair in the waiting room was occupied by old people and stressed-to-the-max parents with crying kids.
I couldn’t imagine myself as a parent. Being responsible for a kid freaked me out. I doubted I’d be good at it. Not with the massive selfish streak running through me. I also didn’t like to share.
But after the time I’d spent with Nova, my sweet little niece had made me rethink having a child. In the future… way in the future. I had plenty of years to enjoy at only twenty-nine before getting strapped with a kid.
I cringed, replayingstrappedin my head. If Cobra heard my thoughts, he’d punch me in the face. He loved being a father and couldn’t wait to add another kid into the mix. Admittedly, seeing him with Nova made the idea of a kid sound appealing. But then, Cobra was five years older than me.
Actually, I was three years old than him when Nova was born. Not sure why I thought about this now.
Meanwhile, the sickly vibe surrounding me made my skin itch. Or maybe my inner musings were the cause. I shouldn’t consider kids until I had a woman—a wife.
Out of my four brothers and me, I was the traditional one. I never wanted to settle down, but I wanted to do it right from the beginning if I did. I’d first find a beautiful, caring, fun woman. We’d date for a while before labeling us boyfriend and girlfriend. Eventually, we’d talk about getting married, and I’d propose to her over a fancy meal. She’d cry and squeal, we’d kiss, and she’d plan the wedding of her dreams. Y’know, like in movies. Kids would come several years later after buying a house with a white picket fence and a pair of giant Newfoundlands we’d name Homer and Marge after my favorite show,The Simpsons.
Shouting jerked me back to reality. A woman with a kid on her hip bitched at the lady behind the counter. As if the receptionist had any control over the situation.
Poor kid, though. To be sick and miserable with an out-of-control parent had to suck. I hoped the mom didn’t behave this way at home.
Working in the medical field was commendable. People like my sister, Piper, and Stitch were selfless and caring. I sure as hell couldn’t spend my days doing what they did.
At least the incident with the two women got me to stop thinking about a wife and kid. Like, what the actual fuck? Apparently, I knew exactly what I’d want if I were ever to go down that road. Scary thought, if I were honest.
Needing to stretch my legs and get some fresh air, I headed outside. My patience was next to none, waiting to see my nurse. My nurse—I didn’t want to think of her as Hope if she wasn’t who Stitch had been talking about. But she looked like a Hope, though I couldn’t say why. She had the prettiest face, sweetest lips, and mosthopefuleyes when she stared into mine during sex.
I blew out a breath, trying to reel in the arousal in my pants. Nurse Naughty just did it for me, even in my thoughts. Why hadn’t I realized it sooner? What an idiot.
I checked my surroundings on the way to my hog. One couldn’t be too careful with the Faceless Frat roaming around and wanting to wipe the Knight’s Legion MC off the planet. I had to be vigilant.
Fortunately, no new markings had been reported. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
Might as well call the prospects guarding the other entrances. They were new to our club, a pair of blood brothers, Easton and Mason Goode. They’d both served in the Army. My grandfather, Charlie, had an old Army buddy reach out to him not long ago. His grandsons had wanted a fresh start, and KLMC could give them one.
“Yeah?” Easton, the older of the two and a helicopter pilot, answered. Upon first meeting him, I could tell he’d be a perfect fit for the club. Regardless of his education, training, or age—twenty-six—he had to do his time as a prospect before getting patched. There was no way around it.
