She studied his face. Totally deadpan…except for a twinkle in his eye.
Like sunlight sparkling on water.
Game on. Let’s see who loses it first.
“But I need a good de-quilling,” she said. “It’s that time of year when I shed them.”
“So, now you’re a porcupine? Maybe you did inhale some smoke.”
“It wasn’tthatkind of smoke.”
That got her the slightest grin.
Even better, Hunt started to strip for her.
He grabbed the hem of his scrubs top and pulled it up while Wren could only stare in fascination and anticipation of seeing his inevitable six-pack—oh, hell, probably an eight-pack—emerge.
But no, not today with her luck. A white tee hid paradise from her view. Wren did get a tiny glimpse of bare skin right at the top of his pants when the tee hitched up as he pulled the scrubs top over his head. Which was almost worse than nothing at all. That skin was tan and tight and she wanted more.
“Here you go,” Hunt said, handing her the scrubs top. Then he turned around and blocked her from the crowd so she could slip into it unseen.
Which she did as quickly as she could. Luckily, there was a row of evergreens on the other side of the wall blocking the view on the other side. The bottom hem of the scrubs top fell mid-thigh and the V-neck showed off a little more cleavage than she was comfortable with under the circumstances, but this was way better than the drunk-at-a-toga-party look she’d been sporting before.
“Okay, I’m mostly decent now. Thank you.”
Hunt turned around. Those lagoon-blue eyes did that fun and cool widening thing before he looked away at the building.
Oh yeah. Burning building. Forgot about that again.
Only, it didn’t look like it was burning. While Hunt had been de-quilling her, the firefighters had done their job and put out the fire. There was still some smoke in the air and a godawful stench, but no towering inferno.
“Hey!” Hunt shouted to another paramedic standing next to a firefighter. “Anyone else?”
The guy shook his head. “All accounted for. How’s your patient?”
Hunt turned back to Wren. “Hi, how are you?” Deadpan.
“I’m good, great, thanks. Very relaxed.”
“She’s very relaxed,” Hunt shouted back. “Stunningly good vitals.”
“Well, thank you,” Wren said. “I take pride in my vitals.”
Almost. Healmostlaughed. But then he started counting the needles on the towel as the firefighter started walking over.
“Can I go in and get my clothes?” Wren asked the firefighter. She gestured at herself in Hunt’s oversized scrubs top. “I promise I did not show up here wearing this.”
“I’m afraid not. There’s still a lot of smoke, and just on the off chance that the structural integrity of the building is compromised, no one is allowed back in until further notice.”
“Oh boy. There goes my favorite bra.”
The firefighter gave Hunt a look and walked away without another word.
“You can keep it,” Hunt said, looking at his scrubs top just a little too long.
“I can’t keep your clothes! You need this. It’s like a uniform, right?”
“It is, but I have more.”
