Big, deep brown eyes. Dirty-blond hair. A smile that is perfectly straight and white. “He’s a looker.”
“See? I have to meet him, otherwise I’ll miss my shot at forever.”
“Ugh. Are you sure you want to use the forever card today?”
Jameson twists his face up, thinking about it. If I didn’t love him so much, I’d say no. But this is how we decided to start gauging our dates. Not that I’ve had that many in the last few years since my ex left.
But with Jameson on all the dating apps—something he loves to point out that I’m severely lacking in—this is the bar I set.
If it’s not forever, I wouldn’t swap shifts with him. And after too many forever cards, he gets one per year.
“Yes.”
“Alright, fine.” I grab his phone again, looking at the guy’s profile. “His name is Gunnar? What kind of name is that?”
“A sexy-as-fuck one.” Jameson fans himself before pulling off his cartoon-character scrub top. “This is why you’re still single, Sutton.”
“Because I’m judging his name?”
“Yes.” He pulls a white T-shirt on over his head, burying his soft stomach. “Maybe if you opened yourself up more, you’d find someone too.”
I laugh at him. “Okay, J. I’ll take that under advisement.”
“I know you won’t, but you’re lucky I still love you anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I grab a clean scrub shirt and change out from the dirty one before pushing open the break room door. “Make sure to invite me to the wedding.”
“Maybe it’ll be a double wedding because your ownforever will be waiting outside for you.” He blows air kisses at me.
“In the children’s ER? Fat chance of that happening. Bye, J.” I wave at him before heading back out onto the floor.
Machines beep as gurneys are pushed from one room to the next. Kids are crying as family members try to calm them down.
Just another day in the life of an ER nurse at a children’s hospital. Grabbing the chart I need, I make my way to bed six.
Pulling the curtain back, I scan the chart for my next patient’s name. “Hi Mr. Hollins, and…Troy.”
The dad sitting there stares at me. And I am met with the most glorious pair of brown eyes I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Chapter Three
DEREK
“It’s okay, bud. It’s okay.”
It does nothing to settle the wailing preschooler in my arms.
“It hurts, Daddy.”
“I know.”
Tears soak my shirt. We’ve been waiting at the ER for over an hour, and while they did get an X-ray pretty quickly, we haven’t seen the doctor yet. It’s packed to the brim with people with various ailments.
All I need is for a doctor to help me with my four-year-old. Nothing like a broken arm on the playground during school to end the week.
“Hi Mr. Hollins, and…Troy. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.” A nurse rushes into the tiny curtained-off area.
“Is it going to be much longer to see the doctor?” It’s hard to hide the impatience in my voice.
