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And I definitely did not want to date Sergeant O’Shaughnessy.
So why was I so pissed when I set my backpack down at the nurse’s station in ICU and was told Brian had a change of heart and didn’t want me to be his nurse after all?
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Brian
The steady stream of visitors had worn me out, so I was dozing with my eyes closed when I heard the door open with gusto. All day, people had softly opened it, then knocked gently before entering.
Not this time.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Ah, the voice of an angel.
She didn’t give a shit that I had my eyes closed.
Was it wrong that her feistiness made my dick move?
I slowly opened my eyes to find Jade standing at the foot of my bed with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her beautiful face.
“Well, I mean, I got shot and had emergency surgery on my femoral artery…”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Brian Michael O’Shaughnessy. Don’t be an ass. Oh, too late.” She took another step closer and hissed, “Do you have any idea what havinga patientspecificallyrequest I not be his nurse does to my professional reputation? Especially afterIspecificallyasked to be his nurse as a favor to my sister?”
No, I hadn’t thought about that.
I’d just thought about her seeing my limp dick, and I wasn’t having any of that. Especially after my request for pajama pants had been denied.
“I’m sorry. It doesn’t have anything to do with what I think about your abilities.”
Her green eyes flashed. “What does it have to do with then?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, so I just stared at her. Her cheeks were pink from what I was sure was anger. She’d probably get even madder if I mentioned how fucking gorgeous that made her.
She tapped her foot and demanded, “Well?”
“I’m not allowed to wear underwear!” I exclaimed in a rush.
Jade pulled her neck back and narrowed her eyes, like she was confused. “So?”
“So, you don’t need to see my junk!”
She stood there with her mouth agape. “Are you kidding me? You don’t want me to be your nurse because I might see your dick? Are you worried if I catch sight of it, I won’t be able to help myself and will attack you?”
“Of course not.”
She rolled her eyes, turned on her foot and headed toward the door.
“As a nurse, I see plenty of penises, Brian,” she said as she reached for the handle, then paused to rake her gaze from my head to my toes. “And from what I’ve heard from the girls you’ve dated, yours isn’t that impressive.” Her mouth formed an “O,” like she’d just had an epiphany. “But you wouldn’t have had to worry. HIPAA prohibits me from telling anyone what I see in the hospital. Your secret would’ve been safe.”
With that, she opened the door and breezed into the hall with a smug smile, having gotten the last word.
Dammit.
Because of her sassiness, my dick was now at half-mast. I had half a mind to call her back and prove her wrong.
Chapter Six
