Reed Read online Sawyer Bennett (Cold Fury Hockey #10)

Categories Genre: Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Cold Fury Hockey Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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I get another eye roll, but her gaze is filled with soft understanding and perhaps even agreement when it comes to rest on me again.

I bend down as I brush my mouth against hers. “Feel the same?”

“I know exactly what you mean,” she says quietly, but the words punch into me hard, knowing that she’s feeling the same way I am.

I pull out of her slowly, only to sink right back in to the hilt. Josie huffs out a slight groan and squirms under me. She spreads her legs and raises them, causing me to push into her just a little deeper.

Oh, fuck yes.

This is going to be amazing.

Chapter 10

Josie

I flip briefly through the chart of the forty-two-year-old woman in exam room seven. Acute chest pain, slightly elevated blood pressure, and a normal EKG and chest X ray.

Pushing through the partially closed curtain, I offer the patient a reassuring smile. “Hello, Mrs. Adams, how are you feeling?”

Her face is flushed and pinched in pain. “My chest still really hurts.”

The nurse had already given her 0.3 milligrams of nitro, which clearly wasn’t working. Setting the chart down on the small roll table beside the bed, I place my hand on her shoulder. “I’m just going to examine you and then I’m going to order an ultrasound of your gallbladder.”

“My gallbladder?” she asks in surprise through clenched teeth. She’s clearly hurting.

I nod with a sympathetic pat to her shoulder, pulling the stethoscope from around my neck. “We had suspected you might have angina, but since the nitro didn’t alleviate your pain, I’d like to rule out gallstones. They can cause some referred chest pain.”

Mrs. Adams lays her head back against her pillow and grimaces. “I don’t care what you do to me, just make this pain stop.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of it, I promise,” I tell her, doing something I should never do. Promise to fix a problem I’m not sure what the root cause is, but still…she needs something to keep her grounded.

I perform a quick examination and order the ultrasound. I then check on my patient with the copperhead bite in exam room four, followed by an asthma attack in eight. It’s been a good day in the emergency room, which means the cases have been interesting and plentiful and there’s no time to think about other things.

Like Reed.

Sexy, funny, sweet, and did I say sexy Reed?

My friend.

Now my lover.

God, this is confusing and I’m second-guessing everything. I’ve been having regrets and ugly thoughts since I left his town home early this morning to make a quick dash over to mine to get an even quicker shower. I wondered when I walked into work this morning if people knew I’d had morning sex with a hot-as-hell professional hockey player who went from friend to sex partner in a nanosecond. I wondered if I looked as unsure of myself as I felt.

Luckily I jumped right into case after case, barely having time to pee much less contemplate how our relationship changed so drastically.

Until now, when I actually have fifteen minutes where I can get a very late lunch. I walk quickly to the cafeteria and grab a tuna sandwich and a bottle of water. After I snag an empty booth, I nibble on my sandwich while I check my texts.

Not surprisingly, there’s one from Reed right at the top. I see Sutton Crossman sent me one below his, and I choose to read that first. I’m not ready to see what Reed has to say, which could range from a “let’s make plans to have sex tonight” to “I really regret what we did last night.”

And this morning. I wonder if he regrets this morning.

Ugh.

I open Sutton’s text and try to concentrate on her words. Since I handled the early part of her labor, I guess you could say a sort of bond was formed. A friendship for sure, although we haven’t seen each other since that day. She’s been busy being a new mom, and I’m just plain busy, and when I’m not busy, I’m apparently having sex with my neighbor.

I have a gift for you, her text says. Wondering when we can get together. I can come over your way.

My lips curve up. Sutton and I have talked by phone a few times, starting out just with more of her effusive thanks and morphing into an actual friendship as she chattered away at me about the baby. She and Alex had a girl, which they already knew, and they had named her Rose.

I shoot a quick text back to her. I think you have it backward. You just had the baby. I should be giving you a gift, which I promise I have on my agenda to do.

Sutton shoots me back a laughing emoji. You’re adorable. When is your next day off?


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