“Tucker Prescott? Follow me to bay number three.”
Colsen and I rise from our chairs too.
“Just one person with the patient, please.” The member of staff says.
I’m about to ask Colsen if he doesn’t mind letting me go, but Tucker precedes me.
“I want Taryn, please.”
“That’s fine. I’ll wait out here, ok?”
I squeeze Colsen’s hard as steel biceps. “Thanks.”
“A nurse will be with you very shortly,” the guy says, ushering us to a small bay with a bed and privacy curtains separating it from the rest of the ER stations.
As Tucker sits on the bed, the nurse turns to me. “Can I have your forms?”
I don’t offer him the clipboard. “We were just finishing filling the forms.”
The man’s lips twitch in displeasure. “Fine. Please have them ready ASAP.”
He grumbles something about how people complain about the waiting times to be treated but take forever to fill the forms.
“Sunny personality.” I mutter.
To my surprise, Tucker is supportive of the medical staff. “It isn’t his fault. Star Cove Hospital is understaffed. The college has been expanding in recent years and they can’t seem to hire doctors, nurses and admin staff fast enough. The current staff are asked to do a lot of double shifts, so he’s probably just overworked and tired.”
“Interesting.” I muse. “Maybe if I don’t get selected for the cheer team, I could sit the board exam here and get a nursing job.”
Despite his paleness, Tucker’s blue eyes glitter at my words. “Then I’d get hurt more often so we can play doctor together.”
I shake my head, unable to resist chuckling. “You know you don’t have to get hurt to get my attention, right? I was having a really good time before I shot you in the leg.”
“Really?” he smiles.
“Yeah.”
Tucker takes my hand, pulling me closer until I’m standing between his muscular thighs.
Despite his sitting on the hospital bed, he’s still a full head taller than me.
“Then maybe we could start practicing. There’s something that would make me feel a lot better right about now.”
I walk right into it. “What is that?”
He smiles. “A kiss from the hottest nurse in town.”
I’m tempted. Very tempted. I’ve been looking forward to kissing Tucker, but I was hoping our first kiss would be a little more romantic than this.
“Maybe later.” I say as softly as I can. “I want to, but the nurse could get here any second. Besides, we have to finish up these forms.”
He goes from sexy as hell to cute when he pouts. “Fine. But do you promise I’ll get my kiss if I’m good here?”
“I promise. But now stop distracting me.”
The next question on the form is a description of the incident.
That’s easy enough, since I caused it.
