Page 29 of All My Witches
“I’ve been waiting for your call for a week,” the nurse said, her bottom lip jutting into the perfect pout. “You were supposed to call me. This is not how you treat the woman you’re going to propose to once you’re done workingundercover.”
“Ooh, soap Landon is a total tool,” Thistle supplied, smirking. “I should’ve seen thatcoming.”
“Jericho is a tool,” Landon corrected, doing his best to keep the nurse from stroking her hands over his chest. “Jericho is notme.”
“Of course you’re Jericho,” the nurse countered. “We’ve been together for ayear.”
“Yeah, well … .” Landon licked his lips and looked at me. “Do you want tohelp?”
“Far be it from me to get between you and yourfiancée.”
“Knock it off. This isn’t myfault.”
“No, but it’s stillirritating.”
“Fine.” Landon’s eyes fired as he turned back to his randy nurse. “Listen … um … what is yourname?”
“You don’t know my name?” The nurse wasincensed.
“He has a head injury,” Marcus offered helpfully. “He has partialamnesia.”
Landon made a growling sound. “Like she’s going to believethat.”
“It’s asoap.”
“You have amnesia?” The nurse’s voice turned soft. “My poor baby!” She grabbed Landon’s head and pressed it to her ample breasts. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you remember me if it’s the last thing I do. We’ll fall in love all overagain.”
“Oh, geez.” Landon struggled to pull away, although he didn’t quite manage it. Part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was putting his full strength behind theeffort.
“My name is Summer Glade,” the nurse announced. “We’ve been in love since the moment we locked eyes across a smokybar.”
“A lovely story,” Thistle said. “Just out of curiosity, did you sleep together the first night youmet?”
“Of course.” Summer’s expression didn’t shift. “I told you, it was love at first sight. We even got a great song for the big montage at the end. I just can’t remember the name of it. I believe it was byNickelback.”
Landon groaned. “What does she mean about thesong?”
“On a soap you always get a song for sex,” I explained, my tone icy as I glared. Landon’s head was still pressed against Summer’s chest and he’d ceased struggling. “It’s like a montage. By the way, are you trying to see if you can hear the ocean in thosethings?”
“What?” Landon furrowed his brow. “Oh.” He gathered his strength for a final push and jerked away, raising a hand when Summer reached for him a second time. “Don’t! I have amnesia. You’re making meuncomfortable.”
“I bet you’re glad I gave you that story, huh?” Marcus winked as Landon scowled. “I’m starting to get thisworld.”
“And Landon still isn’t,” Thistle said. “It’s kind offunny.”
“You’re all on my list,” Landon said. “I won’t forgetthis.”
“I thought you forgot everything,” Summer challenged. “Isn’t that why you don’t rememberme?”
“Do you know what I don’t get,” I offered. “Why do you have fiancées all over this place? Who has more than onefiancée?”
“We’re not engaged yet,” Summer corrected. “He’s going to propose once his undercover assignment iscompleted.”
“I must not be very good at the undercover thing if everyone knows what I’m doing,” Landonnoted.
“No, honey bunny, you’re the best.” Summer grasped at Landon’s head again, but he smoothly sidesteppedher.
“Knock that off!” Landon extended a warning finger. “I’m not your honey bunny. I’ll never be your honeybunny.”
