“Oh. We didn’t always have the same shifts at the hospital in Dallas.”
“Yes, but that’s a huge hospital with multiple helicopters. Although Redbird services us, we never have more than one helicopter at a time. Several crews rotate. I bet you and Connor will be one of them.”
“Damn. You’re probably right.”
“I’m betting he won’t give up easily.”
“I won’t give in easily.” But she had to quit dreaming about the man. Her vow to treat him like a colleague only was going to suffer if she couldn’t.
Because, damn it, Connorwashot—smoking hot—and she couldn’t forget a moment of their night together. After no sex at all for more than a year, plus her husband falling in love with another woman, she’d been understandably depressed. Connor had been the perfect man to break that drought.
That was in the past. He might be interested temporarily but why ruin what had been a perfect idyll by trying to make it into something it was not?
*
Connor had managedto corral several people to come to Grey’s. He knew Sierra had arrived before he ever saw her. It was weird but he felt her presence and when he looked up, there she was. Wearing tight jeans, a pretty blue blouse that emphasized the color of her eyes, and with her hair flowing down her back, she was a dream come true.
“Hey, glad you came.”
“Thanks for asking me. Sam said she and Dylan couldn’t come.”
“There’s always next time. Let me introduce you to one of my brothers and his wife.”
He led her to the table where Logan and Cici sat. “Sierra Evans, this is my brother Logan and his wife Cici. Logan’s a surgeon at the hospital so you’ll see him at work. Cici is a writer. Sierra is the new flight nurse based here for Redbird.”
They exchanged greetings and Sierra asked Cici if she wrote under her own name.
“I write as Cici Bradley.”
Sierra looked surprised. “Cici Bradley, the thriller writer?”
“Yes. Why, have you heard of me?”
“Heard of you? You’re one of my favorite authors. I love your books.”
“Thank you. You just made my day,” Cici said. “Have you been in town long?”
“No, just a few days.”
The two women began talking about one of Cici’s books. He and Logan left to get Sierra and Cici a drink and refill their own. “You were right,” Logan said. “She’s a looker. When are you going out?”
“We’re not. Yet. I’ll have to convince her it’s not a bad idea to date a co-worker. She worked with her ex-husband.”
Logan winced. “Good luck with that.” He glanced at the table. “Don’t look now but every single guy in the place is stopping by the table.”
“Color me surprised. Not.”
When they returned to the table Letty North, one of Marietta’s librarians, was there. The women were having an involved discussion about, no surprise, books. He left them to it and was about to see if Liam and Val had come when he turned around and ran straight into Candy Armstrong.
On the one hand he was still a little pissed that she’d dumped him in Vegas, but on the other hand, if she hadn’t, he’d have never met Sierra. “Oh, Connor,” she said, putting her hand on his arm and stroking. “I’m so glad I ran into you. I wanted to apologize for what happened in Las Vegas. I guess I had a little too much to drink and, well, you know things happen.”
“I do.” And one of those things that happened was with Sierra. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh, thank you. Maybe you’ll let me make it up to you.”
She actually batted her eyelashes at him. “Not necessary.” Did she really think he’d want to be with her after what she did? Apparently so. She whispered a sexy suggestion in his ear.
He stepped back, removed her hand from his arm, and smiled at her. “No way in hell,” he said, and left her.
