Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Which is where I’ll take you right now.” I eyed the other guy up and down one last time before moving to the back of the wheelchair to push my patient toward the elevator since the labor and delivery suites were up one floor. Bending low, I whispered, “Who’s hottie number two?”
I jumped a little when the man in question answered from behind me, “A friend of the family.”
“Like I said,” Audrey whispered back. “This is going to be fun.”
Cindy had been right about how my shift was going to go. We ended up having ten births—three of which were triplets that Stephanie was helping with, so I never had the chance to thank her for the latte that helped get me through the day—with an additional seven expectant mothers in varying stages of labor. The hours went by in a blur, but one thing that stood out to me was my completely inappropriate flirtation with Deacon. He stayed in Audrey’s birthing suite for most of the first eight or so hours until her active labor progressed to the point where she was ready to push.
He did a great job keeping Merrick distracted, bringing him drinks and a snack—and taking the blame when Audrey got pissed that her husband was eating in front of her when she wasn’t allowed to have anything. But what struck me the most happened at the end of my shift when I rounded on each of my patients before leaving. I saved Audrey’s room for last and stumbled to an abrupt stop when I walked in and found Deacon holding Audrey and Merrick’s son.
Kohen looked so tiny, being held against Deacon’s broad chest swaddled in a blue blanket. Deacon swayed back and forth, his gaze riveted on the baby’s face as he whispered, “Look at you, little buddy. It’s a good thing you got your mommy’s looks, huh? The girls are going to go crazy over you and West when you guys get older.”
Merrick grumbled something not fit for a baby’s ears and stalked over to take his son out of his friend’s arms, but Audrey just giggled as I walked toward her to check her vitals. As I noted everything in her electronic chart, she jerked her chin toward where the men stood. “Deacon looks good with a baby in his arms, right?”
I nodded as I glanced at her friend, my cheeks filling with heat when I realized he was staring straight back at me. Merrick strode back over to his wife, dropping down onto the seat next to the bed and glaring over his shoulder at Deacon. “You can head out if you need to grab a bite to eat or something.”
Deacon winked at me before grinning at his friend. “Aw, don’t be jealous just because your wife thinks I’m hot.”
If looks could kill, Deacon would’ve dropped on the spot with the laser beams shooting from Merrick’s eyes. Deciding to step in before things got heated, I murmured, “Don’t get all worked up, guys. You’re both handsome.”
Deacon leveled a glare at me while Merrick chuckled and settled back into the chair. “Ha! Payback’s a bitch.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it didn’t really matter since it was time for me to head home. Walking over to the whiteboard near the door, I erased my name and wrote my replacement’s down. Then I turned back toward Audrey. “It’s the end of my shift, so Wendy will be taking over your care from here. But don’t worry, she’s an awesome nurse.”
“Don’t worry about us. I’m sure Wendy will be great.” Audrey grinned at me. “Will we see you again before they spring Kohen and me?”
“Nope, sorry.” I shook my head. “My next shift isn’t until later next week.”
Audrey’s eyes twinkled as her gaze slid toward Deacon before returning to me. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time off.”
2
Deacon
My eyes remained glued to the beautiful nurse—Piper, according to her name tag—as she smiled at Audrey and wished her luck.
Her light blue scrubs were almost the same shade as her eyes, and though they were loose, they did nothing to hide her curves. She was of average height, but I was still at least half a foot taller than her. And despite her small frame, she had generous, round tits, a sweet swell at her hips, and her ass—I’d never been an ass man, but the second I saw Piper, I became one.
Full lips, a pert nose, and high cheekbones were framed by wisps of black hair that had been twisted up into a bun at the back of her head. By the thickness of the twist, I surmised that her hair was long, and I kept picturing it spread out over my pillow.
It had only taken a moment for me to know that Piper was mine. The fact that she clearly lived in LA didn’t give me a moment’s pause. We’d work it all out, but first, I had to convince her that I was her future.