Page 9 of Deal Takers

“What the hell?” he repeats. “What’s happening right now? What are the symptoms of a stroke, again? I’m pretty sure I’m having a stroke right now. Or maybe I died. I came in here to take a piss, and the next thing I know, I’m looking at the most perfect pair of tits known to man. If there’s a heaven, those tits are definitely in it.”

He’s practically staring holes through my boobs.

“Yep, I’ve gotta be dead. Or maybe I passed out, and this is a dream.A really goodfucking dream.”

What is this idiot blabbering on about?

I grab the black T-shirt off the counter and hold it against me. “Turn around!”

He holds his hands up in surrender and turns away. “I’mnot imagining this, right? The hot nurse I’ve been fantasizing about all week is standing two feet away from me in a see-through bra?”

I glance down at my chest before pulling the shirt over my head.Damn it, of course I’m wearing a bra that leavesnothingto the imagination.

Did he say he’s been fantasizing about me?

“Not anymore,” I huff. “I’m fully dressed again.”

He turns around with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “I prefer you with the shirt off, but this will do, I suppose.”

I give him the nastiest glare I can manage. “Have you ever heard of knocking?”

“Have you ever heard of locking a door?” he counters.

I roll my eyes. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“This is my friend’s place. What areyoudoing here?”

“The same,” I reply.

I’d say it was impossible, but his grin is even bigger now. “Well, what are the odds?”

“The odds of what?”

“I’m guessing you’re here visiting Devyn and the baby. Am I right?”

I lean against the vanity and cross my arms over my chest. “Yeah…and?”

“So am I. My buddy, Drew, wanted me to meet his new nephew.”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!

I wave him into the bathroom so I can leave. “Well by all means, take care of your business and get to it. I was just leaving.”

He blocks my exit and closes the door. “You know what this means, don’t you, Rainey?”

I splay my hand against his torso to put some space between us. “What does it mean, Brody?”

I bite my lip, hoping that didn’t come out as breathy as I think it did.

Brody is now fixated on said lips. “The fact you remember my name tells me that I made an impression on you, too.”

“Will you get to the point?” I blurt. “And don’t flatter yourself with the name thing. Most of my patients are women, so of course I’m going to remember the guy with the boner that wouldn’t quit.”

He laughs. “Mypointis that we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other…andI won’t be your patient. Now you have to consider going out with me.”

“I don’thave toconsider anything,” I argue.

“Damn, I really wish I didn’t have to fly back to Boston tomorrow.”

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