“Pretty sure that’s what the big kids call ‘in a committed relationship.’” She even puts up air quotes.
“Shut up,” I say but can’t keep the grin off my face.
“Oooh, someone likes him. And likes him a lot based on that blush. Diana, you wouldn’t be falling for the older gentleman, would you?”
I glance at her but say nothing, and she dissolves into a fit of giggles as if I just told her the juiciest gossip she’s ever heard. Her feet hit the floor, and she scoots the chair closer.
“Tell me everything.”
“No.”
“Oh, please? Pretty please? I just told you that my life has zero going on.”
“You’re growing twins. I hardly think that counts as zero going on.”
She waves off my words. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m knocked up. Old news. Tell me the good stuff. Please. I’m dying for some romance in my life other than what I read before I fall asleep. Give me something. Anything. I’m desperate.” She grabs my arm, forcing me to stop writing to prevent scribbles going all over the form I’ve been working on for the past ten minutes.
Her eyes are as big as saucers, and her bottom lip is so far out in a pout, you could put a plate on it. If her kids get any of her traits, I sure hope they don’t get her begging face. One is bad. But if they both do it? They’ll be spoiled rotten, and there’ll be no way to punish them because they’d do it again and get off scot-free.
“Fine. One thing.”
“Yay!” She releases my arm with a flourish and spins the chair on her tiptoes. “Is the sex good? Does his thing have a curve to it? New moves because of his age or just basic? Do you guys have orgies with the other bikers? Has he given youto a friend to share? Does he make you give him blowies every time you see each other?”
I blink, then blink again. I look up and down the hall and then back at her. We aren’t slammed, but we aren’t dead either. Patients and other nurses, even doctors, are walking around. And she isn’t exactly being discreet or quiet, even if she’s whispering. A stage whisper at that.
“I saidonething. Never said I’d comment on my sex life. And damn, you need to get laid. That was all smut questions and not an ounce of substance.”
She flops gently back in her chair, sinking lower and sneering at herself. “I know. I told you it was bad. I would think Barry was stepping out on me or something with all the late nights and the constant arguing, but I know how busy the firehouse gets.”
“Barry would never cheat.” Or at least I don’t think so. I met him almost at the same time I met Ashley. They’ve always seemed so in love that when she told me she was preggers a few months ago, I didn’t even bat an eye. It was just something you expected with someone that in love with another person. And he was so sweet with how he took care of her at first.
But—not that I’ll admit it to her—I’ve seen less sweet from him and more annoyed recently. Like the last time he was here, with his side comment that Ashley did something wrong. And now to hear they’re arguing constantly? Pregnancies can cause stress for a lot of people, and most don’t handle it well. Very few welcome the idea of becoming more than just two easily, even when expecting and hoping for a kid. The pressure of raising a human these days is crazy high. I’d be more shocked if hewasn’tacting out a bit.
Still, he seems off. And the sadness descending on Ashley makes my heart hurt. I like her, and I don’t want her to pout, fake or real, anymore today.
I lean over the counter and whisper loud enough for her to hear, “The sex is the best I’ve ever had. He has a slight curve, and it hits all the right spots. Not sure if it’s the age or just being in a biker club, but there’s nothing basic or boring about his moves. No orgies or sharing. And I’m usually the one begging him to go down on me because he does this awesome thing with his tongue that hits right every time.”
“Wow.” Her look of wonder has me laughing softly as I pull back and finish the report. For once, she’s dumbstruck, and I remind myself of this little trick if I ever need her to stop talking long enough for me to think.
I shut the door to room 4 and lean against it for a second. My feet ache, which is normal, but my head is starting to as well.
“Hey, lady, you doing okay?” Ashley waddles over with a warm smile and her bag in hand.
“Yeah, just taking a minute. You headed out?”
“Yup. Hoping to catch my man before he goes to work. I called the station and found out he isn’t due in till six tonight. That should give me time to have my wicked way with him before he takes a shower and heads out.”
“Good plan.” I smirk as I push off the door and then stumble.
“Whoa, I got you.You okay?”
I shake my head and push myself up. “Yeah, just dizzy. Never had that happen before.”
She looks at me with concern, more from a friend than a nurse. “I hope you’re not catching something from around here. As much as I don’t want you sick, I also really don’t want to talk to someone else all day if you call out.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I hold the wall for support and slowly make my way back to the nurses’ station. Ashley hovers beside me, arms out just in case I fall. Not that she should catch me in her condition, but I know not to argue the point. She’ll do it no matter what I say. The girl’s headstrong to a fault.
