Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes playfully and give Hannah the same answer as Mr. Manning. “I’m always happy.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” she says, waving a dismissive hand. “But today, you’re so happy that rainbows are shooting from your vajayjay, and I want to know why. And who.”
I sigh. Normally, I wouldn’t mind spilling the tea with Hannah, mostly because the tea is usually lukewarm. But whatever is going on with Tank and me is white-hot, borderline combustible, and I want to keep it to myself a little while longer.
It’s only a few kisses at this point, but those kisses are the stuff of fantasies. Right now, they’re just for me.
“There is no who or why, Hannah. I’m just having a really good day.” And in less than an hour, it’ll be better, at least if Tank is on Banger duty tonight.
I leave the supply closet with an armful of fresh Ace bandages and other supplies and busy myself restocking the exam rooms to help push through the last hour of patients, my thoughts full of Tank. It’s been a long time since anyone has made me feel how I feel when I’m with him. It’s like I’m young and carefree. He makes me feel like the world is full of possibilities and that I’m not coming up to the age of settling for what I can get in a man.
Maybe it’s because this flirtation is new, but everyone is right. I’m flying high today, and it doesn’t lessen as the lobby thins out until there are no more patients left in the building, except for Banger. He’s improving physically. Most of his wounds are completely healed except the one to his midsection. He just hasn’t woken up from his coma.
Yet.
He will, I’m sure of that. Nova doesn’t seem worried, so I don’t let myself worry either. I check on Banger, walking past Olly, who’s been keeping watch during the day shift today, just in case.
“Hey, Olly,” I say. “How are you?”
“Good. You bring any dinner tonight?” He flashes a boyish smile that tugs up the corner of my lips.
“I might have, but I won’t torture you with the details since you’re about to clock out.”
He laughs. “Depending on what it is, I might be tempted to stay.”
I laugh again and slip inside to check Banger’s vitals. His heartbeat is strong, and his pulse is exactly on point. The monitors play the same song of the healthy young man, which is to say, nothing is alarming.
“You’re fine,” I whisper. “You just need to wake up, that’s all.” His eyes move behind his lids, another sign there’s no neurological damage. “Whenever you’re ready,” I tell him before checking his bandages and tidying up the room.
When I step outside the room, I see Stone chatting near the back exit with Olly. I sigh and let my shoulders sink in disappointment. Tank doesn’t have the night shift tonight.
Then, I hear a whisper close to my ear. “Looking for someone?”
I suck in a sharp breath and turn to face the man occupying my thoughts all day, glaring at his smiling, handsome face. “Nope.”
He laughs. “Liar.”
I take in the sight of him in jeans that are so worn I can see the outline of his thigh muscles. The gray t-shirt under his kutte gives his eyes a silver glow. The sleeves cling to his biceps so tightly they send butterflies soaring in my belly. He’s well-built and ruggedly beautiful. Tattoos and Harley’s aren’t usually my type, but when it comes to Tank, he’s just my type. “What’s in the box?”
Tank’s smile widens, and he holds up the box with a For Goodness Cakes logo. “I brought you a treat. Ever had one of Maven’s creations?”
“Not in years,” I say and shake off the fog of lust that grips me and make my way to the break room for water. Icy cold water to chill my overheated body.
He follows me close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. “Years? Why not?”
“Just smelling the deliciousness is enough for me. I have to watch my figure. One whiff of Maven’s Cakes and I gain two pounds.”
I’m very familiar with the bakery. Maven was a bit of a local celebrity after winning a cooking show that gave her the cash to open up the bakery. Plus, she is what the guys call an Ol’ Lady since she hooked up with one of the Reckless Souls.
“I can work it off of you, babe.” There’s a glint in Tank’s eyes as he sets the box down on the table, slowly revealing the donuts, croissants, cookies, and a few slices of cake inside. He picks up one of the cake slices, chocolate with jam in the middle and some type of cream on top. He holds it up to my mouth, lips pulling into a tantalizing smile.