Waylon grinned. “Yeah,” he said, stretching out the word to about ten syllables. “I see that smile you’re trying to hide. So when’s your first date?”
“I’m not going on a date with her.” Elias didn’t look at Waylon as he restocked his bag. And he really tried not to imagine Wren finding one of the business cards tucked into the pocket of his scrubs top and sending him a text.
“What?”
“Nope.” Elias enjoyed the skeptical look on Waylon’s face.
“Then you’re either blind or an idiot.”
Elias shrugged a shoulder. “Like I said, I didn’t ask her out because that would have been unprofessional.” He paused. “But, if I happen to see her around somewhere that I might have told her about, I’ll say hi.”
Waylon threw his head back and laughed. “Uh-huh, now there’s the Lion I know.” The ambo pulled out of the parking lot. “I hope you’re not taking her to Cocks and Strippers.”
Shit. Elias met Waylon’s eyes.
“Oh, shit, you did. Brother, why?”
“Why what?”
“Dude.”
“What’s wrong with the fine establishment of Cocktails and Chicken Strips?”
“Nothing at all. Never mind.” Waylon took out his phone and stared at the screen.
Elias blew out a breath. “What? We pick up women there all the time.”
Waylon gave Elias the side-eye. “Yeah, see, that’s the thing. We pick up women there. We don’t take them there on dates.”
“Told you, not a date.” Elias folded his arms then quickly unfolded them as Tim the driver took the ambulance around a sharp corner. Elias grabbed onto a bar. “Besides, Bear and Gabe bring Ellie and Rochelle now when we all go.”
“Yeah, that’s because they’remarriedto them. So, you’re admitting you’re going on a date with her.”
“No, but if she shows up there, I’ll buy her a drink and dance with her if she’s so inclined. Just like always. No big deal.”
Waylon set his phone aside. “No big deal?” He shook his head and muttered, “Not my problem if you have a complete lack of common sense.”
Elias blinked slowly. “What?”
Waylon picked his phone back up. “I’m just saying that if you want to make a good impression, you probably don’t want to take her to the fishing hole.”
“What makes you think I want to make a good impression?”
Waylon looked back down at his phone. “It was obvious that Stunningly Good Vitals made an impression onyouby the way you floated back to the rig.”
“I did not float back to the rig.”
I totally floated back to the rig.
The corner of Waylon’s mouth turned up. “Oh, my mistake.”
“Yup.” Elias pretended to rummage through his kit.
“In that case, if Acupuncture Girl does randomly show up at Cocks and Strips and I happen to bump into her first, I will not hesitate to ask her out. She was smokin’.”
Elias’ head jerked up. “Okay, first, she has a name and it’s not Acupuncture Girl or Stunningly Good Vitals. It’s Wren. Second, I…well, I didn’tfloat, dammit.”
Waylon laughed again. “Relax. I’m just pulling your chain. And youfloated, dude.”
