Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“You know my cousin asked him out,” she tells me, before setting down the clipboard on the counter and pulling down the top of her blue scrubs as she sits. “Arm out,” she commands as she drags out a blood pressure cuff from a drawer. “He said no and I haven’t a clue why. They would make cute babies.”
She continues rambling as she gets her stethoscope in place. “Good looking doctor, no reason why he should be single.”
I almost give a comment that maybe he’s secretly dating someone or has a long-distance relationship since he’s new to town, but she looks up to the ceiling, obviously attempting to listen to my pulse.
She whispers under her breath before jotting down the numbers on my chart and clicking the end of the pen as she searches the sheet for any missing information.
Before I can comment, she peers up at me, those blue eyes so very full of naivety, “Well you’re cute - how about you ask him out?”
I can’t help the grin as I huff a laugh and wave her off. “Me? Oh, no. Me and my lonesome are just fine.” I have my books coming day in and day out as I edit them and an easy carefree life. I’ve tried dating and it just … it has not happened. “Dating almost always ends in disaster for me,” I admit. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was excited for a second date. Or the last time I’ve felt attracted enough for a third date. Until this moment I hadn’t realized, it’s been almost two years since I've been intimate with a man. My gaze lowers to my purse which is sitting on top of the location I just thought might have cobwebs.
“A lonely heart isn’t something to ignore,” Nurse Ginnie tells me with a tone that reflects wisdom… even if the mouth it’s coming out of lacks that when it comes to men.
Still, she catches me off guard.
With my lips parted to respond, she cuts me off, “Just undress and put this on.” With a wink, she passes me the thick pastel blue fabric sheet, “And then doctor hottie will join you.” She chuckles again as she leaves and all I do is thank her, pushing down the anxious butterflies that have been asleep forever, but are not disturbed.
I recall every bad date I’ve had since college as I strip, folding my clothes and setting them on the bed. The back half is raised so they have to lay where my bottom just was. It was one bad date after the other. Somehow each one worse than the last.
At that thought, I realize the sheet dressing she gave me must be upside down or backwards. In nothing but my underwear and a sheet, I cluck my tongue, trying to figure this thing out. Why can’t they make it easy like a robe? There are a couple of snaps and ties and I attempt to get it right as the memories flood me.
From bad breath kisses, to being cat fished and stood up.
There’s only so much a girl can take.
I fiddle with the ties, attempting to get it tight, but decide on leaving them be. I’m covered and I’m pretty sure it’s on correctly. With that settled, I lift the pile of clothes and my heavy purse on top.
My feet dangle off the edge and I let them sway, until I remember the last date I went on and how I swore I would never do a blind date again. Mark was an ass. That statement is so true, I nearly say it out loud. As my gaze searches the small room, I see another stool, tucked to the right of the bed. I’m busying trying to balance the clothes while kicking out the stool when the doctor’s voice comes through the door.
“Knock, knock. All set?” he asks and my heart stops. I swear I know that voice.
“All set,” I call out and drop the clothes and purse to the new stool beside me. Only the purse is heavy and snagged on the pastel sheet covering me, pulling it down with me and the moment that door opens, it plays in slow motion.
My keys falling out of my purse and clinking to the floor, my hand going up as I yell out, “wait!” as the sheet that’s supposed to cover me slips down. Embarrassment floods my cheeks with heat that must’ve come directly from the sun.
And my crush from high school, with his gorgeous eyes widening, comes in and stares right at my naked left boob, soft nipple and all, that peeks out from the sheet covering I couldn’t figure out how to tie.
Oh, my God, no.
BENNET
“Oh my God, out!” her shriek is clearly heard and yet I hesitate just a second too long.