“Sadie—”
Her phone dinged. “Oh, look. Martin saidno problem.”
I pushed my tongue against my inside cheek and narrowed my eyes at Skylar, even though I was the farthest thing from annoyed.
“So. You’re just gonna collude with my employees now?” I said, distracted by his lush, dark eyelashes.
What human had lashes that pretty? I mean, no wonder all those sugar daddies were so eager to snap him up. Those lashes—plus the sheer wattage of his smile—could bring a man to his knees.
Which . . . huh.
That made for quite an interesting visual, now that I thought about it.
Still, I snarled, remembering the way Sky talked about his usual type. I seriously doubted they’d bothered focusing on his pleasure. I mean, I’d never been with a man, obviously, but even to me that felt patently unfair.
Sky, of all people, deserved to be worshipped in whatever way he liked. Especially if he happened to be wearing one of those gauzy robes. Like that peignoir he showed me.
I mean, it was really something, the way his body looked in such a feminine piece. The squareness of his jaw with the curl of his lashes. The strength of his slight build with the smooth skin, like he’d waxed right before taking the picture.
The way his eyes promised something so lush and sinful, only a monk could refuse him.
I took off my hat, running my fingers through my hair as I held it in front of me. What the actual fuck was my dick doing, I had no clue.Focus, Baker.
“Whatever gets the job done,” Sky said, delicately chewing on his thumbnail.
Hell, even in scrubs, he was drop-to-your-knees gorgeous.
“Did I lose you, cowboy?”
I blinked, suddenly breathless. “Uh, what?”
“Isaid—” He paused, hip-checking me, “I’ll absolutely collude with your employees to make sure you don’t fall apart on us. Even if it involves assisting you in removing your head from your ass.”
I dipped my head, resetting my hat to cover my smile. “Is removing a head from someone’s ass even within the scope of an orthopedic nurse practitioner’s duties?”
“Directly in scope,” he said with a sexy little shoulder shimmy. “I have plenty of practice performing that particular maneuver, and I am more than happy to help you out.”
Sadie huffed out another laugh and Skylar paused his roast of my stubbornness to give her a big hug. I scowled at both of them, even as my heart sped up.
“You can mean mug me all you want, cowboy, but I set it for that Thursday because that is when I scheduled my monthly check with Dr. Kleinfeld. As it happens, the imaging clinic is right next-door.”
“As it happens, huh?” I asked, lingering on his lips.
“Yep,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Seriously, who were these idiots who didn’t know what they had with him? If he were mine, the only way I’d ever leave him would be in a body bag. You know, like if I swung that way. Obviously despite my drunken idiocy from last month and today’s mental wanderings—which I chalked up to the fact that I’d never seen him bare faced—I . . . what was I saying?
Oh. Yeah. I didn’t swing that way. Despite whatever my body was doing, I was one hundred percent not into—I bit the inside of my cheek, remembering I had a conversation I was trying to follow.
Right. The MRI he’s forcing you to do.
“You’re gonna drive me out there to make sure I don’t cancel, aren’t you?” I asked, proud of myself for coming up with a complete sentence.
He circled to the back of his Bronco and swung open the door, then leaned over, looking for something.
Huh. For such a lithe body, he had a surprisingly bitable ass. Not that I wanted to bite his ass. Put that same ass on a woman and . . . fuck. I’d make a meal of it.
I wiped my mouth, distracted when his scrub top hitched up, revealing the smooth, lightly tanned skin on his back. I had apretty good farmer’s tan going, so I wondered how his was so even. All over, it seemed. My imagination helpfully fired up an image of him suntanning nude by Kess and Rowdy’s pool, that cute peach of an ass browning under the sun’s strong rays.
