“Marietta?”
“Yes, it’s a small town south of here.”
“You’re working there? As a flight nurse?” She nodded and he went on. “You said a small town. Isn’t it too small to support a helicopter service?”
“The medical community in Marietta is a center for a lot of the towns around here. It draws from a large area.”
“I knew you went somewhere after the divorce, but I had no idea where. I was sorry to hear about you and Phil.”
The dude wouldn’t shut up.
Connor had been standing there like a dumbass while the two of them had old home week. Instead of responding to his comment, Sierra gestured to Connor and said, “Dr. Wes Lindsey, this is my friend Connor McFarland. Connor, Wes was a colleague of mine in Dallas.”
Friend? Didn’t that just roll off her tongue. What the hell? He shook hands with the man, briefly. The dude turned back to Sierra and began reminiscing about Dallas and the hospital and her ex-husband. About how everyone missed her at the hospital. Making it plain that he did too. As Sierra’sfriend, it pissed him off. As her lover, it more than pissed him off. It made him want to punch the man in his smug mouth.
Then the shithead asked her to dance. As he did, he turned to Connor and said, “I’m sure Connor doesn’t mind. Do you?”
He thought about it for half a second. “Yes, actually, I do.” With that he set down his drink and took hers to set it down alongside his, then swept her on to the dance floor.
Sierra was gaping at him with her mouth hanging open. “That was incredibly rude.”
Connor shrugged. “He’ll live.”
“Why did you do that?”
He stared at her for a moment. Did she really not know? “He was hitting on you. If you think I’m going to stand there and do nothing while another man hits on you in front of me, you don’t know me at all.”
“He asked me to dance. I’d hardly call that hitting on me.”
“Then you’re not paying attention.”
“You’re jealous,” she said in a wondering tone.
“Yeah. So?”
“I didn’t know you could get jealous. I thought it wasn’t in your makeup.”
“You were wrong.” He pulled her close. “Now can we quit talking about it?”
She didn’t answer. He had a feeling she was going to tear him a new one once she got him alone. Was he overreacting? Possibly. But it was worth it not to have to watch her in another man’s arms.
