Page 2 of Sergeant O'
“Here.” He presented his uncuffed, skinned-up arm and displayed his palms, which still had bits of gravel embedded in them.
“We can get that cleaned up for you.”
His hand instinctively went to the hole in his jeans where his bloody knee was exposed when he continued, “And here.”
I examined his knee, then asked, “Anywhere else?”
He shook his head, and that seemed to piss Brian off.
“What the hell, dude? You told the nurse at the jail you thought your shoulder was dislocated. That’s why they sent us here.
“Oh yeah.” Tommy pretended to wince as he rolled his left shoulder. “I probably should get my shoulder x-rayed.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, like he was praying for patience. “You said it was your right one, genius.”
Tommy didn’t miss a beat. “I guess the pain has just spread, so I’m not sure anymore.”
Brian narrowed his brown eyes at the man, deepening the crinkle lines on his stupidly handsome face.
“That’s not how it works.”
My gaze fell to his lips and suddenly I wondered if he was as good a kisser as Jenny Murphy said he was in high school.
“Sympathy pains!” I blurted out, trying to dislodge the thought of Brian O’Shaughnessy’s lips from my head. “It happens.”
Brian looked at me in disbelief. “If he has a dislocated shoulder, Sunshine, I’ll wash your car every day for a month.”
I agreed, Tommy Mahon didn’t have a dislocated shoulder. Still, I teased, “Every day is overkill, don’t you think? Maybe you could switch it up and vacuum or dust my house on the days you’re not washing my car.”
His mocha-colored eyes twinkled with mischief. “I could always make you dinner and rub your feet.”
My heart beat faster at the idea, then my brain kicked in and overrode my hormones.
Nope. Not happenin’.
There were at least six solid reasons I wasn’t getting involved with Brian O'Shaughnessy.
He was the biggest flirt I’d ever met. Case in point, he had a nickname for everybody. Mine happened to be Sunshine.
The town gossip would go into overdrive, and the eligible women in Haven Springs would probably send me death threats.
He was good friends with my sister, Lainey.
He and I were going to be my nephew Conor’s godparents.
