“If you don’t step back, Dr. Dane, I’ll be forced to handcuff you.”
I smile. Did I mention she has a wicked sense of humor, too?
“My apologies, Detective Kincade. I know how protective you are of your niece. I was just keeping an eye on her.”
Both Kayla and Sam laugh animatedly. They don’t buy my shit for a second, and I think that only makes me respect them more. The Kincade women share the same traits: beautiful and no bullshit.
“I appreciate that, Dev, but I think Kayla can look out for herself.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind.” I back away reluctantly from Kayla.
She shoots me a cutsie grin over her shoulder as she walks off. “Later, Dr. Dane.”
“Later, Nurse Kincade,” I mutter under my breath as I watch her hot ass stroll down the hallway. One day, one way or another, I’ll have her more than just passively saying my name. I’ll have her moaning it, screaming it, dreaming about it. I’ll have her living for it.
One day.
One way or a-fucking-nother.
3
Kayla
Imelt into Sam’s front seat. Exhaustion suddenly hitting me hard.
“Scottie drove your truck back to the station. We can pick it up tonight or grab it in the morning if you’re tired?” Sam suggests as she pulls out of the parking garage. Bed sounds so good right now.
“You don’t mind picking me up in the morning?”
“Nope.” She glances over and smiles.
“Bed sounds awesome.” I make my choice.
“I thought it would.” She chuckles. “It’s been a hectic day.”
“One of the craziest. I can’t believe Dev has a twin brother!” I stretch my legs. “I had no idea! I nearly fell over when I pulled his helmet off.”
“What’s the superstar like?”
I think back to our several short encounters. “He’s a show-off, annoyingly cocky, and has zero personality. He can use a lesson in manners, too.”
“That’s quite an evaluation.”
“He makes quite an impression. I’ll give him that.” I grimace.
“Sort of like his brother?” she prods.
“Sam.” I cut her off right there. Geez, I casually mention I met a hot doctor at work, and she latches on like a pit bull with a death grip.
“I regret ever telling you about Dev and regret even more introducing you to him. We’re friends.”
“Whatever you say, Kayla,” she pacifies me.
“I mean it. You know how I feel about bikers.”
Sam frowns as she pulls into my driveway. “You say that, but it didn’t look like you two were just friends in the hallway.” She eyes me. “And he is a doctor . . .”
“Sam, enough.”
