“Hey, Dad.” Tyler poked his head into the room.
Kinsey ignored him as she did most times he was around. Mostly he ignored her too. Thankfully, he’d stopped watching her every move and questioning the care she was giving to his dad. And thankfully, he spent the majority of his time with his dad when she was busy doing other things.
But there were the inevitable times when he was around. Like now…on Memorial Day, when he was probably taking the dayoff work. Hopefully he would be gone all day spending time with Wyatt.
T.W. peered over the rim of his glasses at Tyler. “Just looking at some of the first-quarter reports—”
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Tyler stepped into the room and smiled.
Tyler was pompous and overbearing at times, but he did have a nice smile, which didn’t show itself all that often—primarily when he was with Wyatt. She had to give Tyler credit for being a good father, which was no surprise since he’d had such a good role model with his dad.
T.W. took off his reading glasses and gave Tyler his full attention, probably because he realized how rare the smile was too.
Tyler moved aside and then nodded at someone in the hallway.
Another man filled the doorway—a man just as broad-shouldered and muscular as Tyler, although slightly shorter and more rugged-looking.
Kinsey’s heart flipped. It couldn’t be…
But it was.TheBrock McQuaid was standing there looking as handsome as all his pictures portrayed him. Even more handsome, actually. He had the McQuaid chiseled features, strong square jawline, and wavy dark-brown hair beneath a cowboy hat. But his face was scruffier than Tyler’s, his eyes wider, and his expression softer. His dark T-shirt was tight, with a tattoo peeking out from one of the short sleeves.
Of course there was his trademark crooked grin. It was a heart-stopper.
“Hey there, Dad.” Brock’s smile wavered as he surveyed his dad in the hospital bed, probably seeing how pale and thin and weak he looked.
T.W.’s grin made an appearance. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
“Yep.” Brock crossed to the foot of the bed. “Had the day off and wanted to drop in for a visit.”
Drop in. Because that’s what famous country music stars could do. Fly on their private jets to Colorado for the day.
Kinsey knew she was staring, but she couldn’t stop herself.
As if sensing her stare, Brock shifted and took her in. “Hey, darlin’.”
“Hi.” The word came out almost as a squeak. The second it did, she wished she could take it back and say it normally, especially because she could feel Tyler watching her now too.
Brock’s smile widened. “Didn’t know we had another guest, and such a pretty one at that.”
“This is Kinsey Wingrove.” Tyler’s brows fell into an ominous V. “Dad’s nurse.”
“She’s a real gem.” T.W. beamed at her.
Kinsey was grateful that at least T.W. liked her and was willing to say nice things about her. Because Tyler sure didn’t and sure wouldn’t.
“Pleased to meet you, Kinsey.” Brock was studying Tyler’s face now, his eyes alight with interest.
“She’s got me feeling better already,” T.W. said.
“That’s because you’re a good patient.” She hoped her voice sounded normal this time. She wasn’t used to meeting famous people on the job. It was definitely a first and a story she’d relish telling Pippa. Her friend would be jealous, since she loved country music.
Brock’s brow quirked at his brother in a silent question. “We appreciate you taking such good care of our dad, don’t we, Ty?”
“We do.” Ty raised a brow back.
T.W. was watching his sons interact, amusement lighting up his eyes. “I sure do wish I could interest one of you in dating Kinsey.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Kinsey shook her head sternly at T.W. and started toward him. “Don’t you start playing matchmaker with me, young man.” After his so-called bargain with Tyler the other day, she’d expected him to start setting Tyler up with women. She just hadn’t expected him to try it with her.
