Page 9 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“No. You go ahead and check on your patient,” Sandy says with a sigh. “I’ll deal with administration and then hopefully they’ll leave you to do your job the rest of the night. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
As soon as Sandy is gone, Hannah latches on to my forearm with a firm grip and pulls me over to the wall where we’re partially hidden behind a crash cart. “Did you see him yet?”
“No, not yet. Who is it?”
Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him.
“Ash Kelly!”
My heart drops and a high pitch ring drowns out the background noise of the hospital. It’s been a month since Ash Kelly hit on me in front of an entire arena and then almost got into a fight with Gabe outside of Wild’s bar. A whole month and that night still haunts me.
“Can you believe it?” Hannah asks.
I can’t, but I can’t seem to form words to reply either.
When I still don’t respond, she adds, “Ash Kelly? The hockey player. He plays for the Wildcats.”
“Right.” My voice comes out tight, but I do my best to force my body to appear calm and relaxed. “I’ve heard of him. Why’s he here?”
He’s hurt obviously, but just…How?How can this be happening? And how do I avoid going in there and facing him?
“He got injured in the game tonight. Concussion and shoulder separation. Dr. Weston was on her way to the hospital for an emergency ankle repair, so they sent him here.”
Despite my shock at finding out who our VIP patient is, the nurse in me wants more details. “AC joint? Does he need surgery?”
“Yes, and I don’t know. They just brought him up a few minutes ago.” Her smile gets impossibly bigger. “God, you’re so lucky.”
“We could switch.” I try to hand her the pillows and blanket. I cannot walk in there and be Ash Kelly’s nurse. My face flames hotter at just the thought. I have no desire to relive any part of that night.
“And face the wrath of Sandy? No way. Besides, Weston’s letting me help on the ankle repair.”
“And you think I’m the lucky one?” Though to be fair, there are few things that sound less humiliating than walking in Room 601 and facing Ash again. I can still see his expression as he watched me walk off with an angry Gabe. He seemed so confused and a little concerned. It’s the concern that surprised me the most. It was genuine.
“Ash Kelly or a surgery with the best doctor in this hospital?” She moves her hands in front of her like she’s weighing the options, then drops them with a laugh. “I’ll tell you about the surgery if you promise you’ll tell me what he’s like?”
I manage a small nod.
“Have fun,” she chirps before taking off in the other direction.
“You too,” I mutter back, too quiet and too late for her to hear.
I pace in front of the door, hugging the bedding to my chest. Flashes from that night play in a loop. Ash skating around the ice with women screaming his name. His cocky smile as he tossed me the puck. And that puzzled expression as I left him on the sidewalk.
Part of me wonders if I’m being silly. There’s no way Ash Kelly remembers me. I’m certain that I am one of many,manywomen he’s charmed with his little pre-game warmup. But on the off chance he does recognize me, I’d prefer not to have a conversation about what happened outside of Wild’s that night. Especially here in my place of employment.
I’ve just about talked myself into going into the room, keeping my head down, and faking an accent, when the door opens. A guy with gray hair wearing a white polo shirt with the Wildcat hockey logo embroidered over his chest steps out, then pauses when he sees me loitering in the hallway.
A practiced, closed mouth smile falls into place. “Hello.”
“Hey.” The man steps to the side to allow me to enter. “Can we get some more water?”
“Absolutely.” I nod with more confidence than I feel. I really wish I could shove the pillows and blanket at him and run off, but I am a professional, dammit. Holding my head high, I walk over to deposit the extra bedding on the far chair. Normally the first thing I’d do is make eye contact with the patient, but I avoid staring at Ash until it’s nearly uncomfortable.
Looking up and directly into his blue eyes, I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction. Immediately, I know he recognizes me. I can’t even begin to think about how that’s possible, but I know it’s true. The corners of his lips pull up on either side and he opens his mouth to say something, but I’m saved by Dr. Weston as she enters the room. She’s a badass orthopedic surgeon that just transferred here from Virginia. She’s one of the best in the country. The Wildcats scooped her up this season as a team doctor, so it’s not all that surprising that a Wildcat player would be here, I guess, but it’s the first time I know of that it’s happened.
She stops at the side of his bed. “How’s your pain? Better or worse since they checked you at the arena?”
“Fine. Same.” His gaze flicks back to me for a second, then returns to the doctor.
