always the last part of Sasha’s disguise to come off. She might hate having legs but wearing high heels always made her feel sexy. At least tonight her boots were wet and cold because of the snow so she didn’t mind ditching them in the back of her vehicle.
She laced up her shoes once outside of her vehicle and took in a fortifying breath. Only once she’d tightened the laces up on her flat and boring-as-hell granny shoes did she push her shoulders back. With purpose she walked out of the underground parking lot to the eighth ward—the cancer ward. If only her Siren sisters could see her now. Death might be part and parcel of the curse but by becoming a doctor, Sasha felt at least she had control over something. If she was able to use her comfort and skills to help even one patient tonight, Sasha knew she’d feel marginally better.
* * *
Chapter Two
Chase teased the nurse, who must have been close to sixty, trying for the third time to hook the IV into his arm. She laughed, and failed, again. Christ if he didn’t laugh he’d scream because getting poked by a needle hurt like hell. And did she have to be wearing a large shirt printed with a zillion tiny Rudolph the reindeer all over it? Chase turned his head and watched the small snowflakes falling fast outside the window. It was really coming down hard tonight and for a moment he inwardly laughed at the mess his work buddies would have to deal with. Normally he’d love a good snow storm but not when he was stuck inside a hospital. Storms made the nursing staff tense and that was never good.
Since he’d been down this road before, he knew all about putting on his poker face.
“Almost there,” she said. Chase didn’t bother to look. She wasn’t going to get the needle in and he knew it.
She mumbled an apology and thankfully put the needle down. She wrote something on his chart and was about to hit the call button when in walked the sexiest doctor Chase had ever laid eyes on. She didn’t look at him. Instead she walked over to his chart, read it silently for a few minutes, and then and only then did she raise her eyes to his.
He knew exactly what that damn chart said. Dead man. No amount of fancy handwriting was going to change the outcome but he couldn’t quite voice that yet.
“I’m Dr. Rivers, mind if I try that?” she said, more to the nurse than him.
Chase nodded. “Go ahead.” He laid his head back down on the overly starched pillow and ground his teeth against the poke and prod as the doctor who looked like she was fresh out of med school moved to the side table where the IV needles were laid out.
She picked up a needle, and then moved around the bed, surprising him. She didn’t say a word, simply took his left arm, not his right since only a blind idiot couldn’t help but notice the veins on that arm had dried up, and started to massage his arm. What the hell?
He turned to her. “So, you must be new?”
The nurse, who was fiddling with something to his other side, laughed. “She gets that all the time. Don’t you, Dr. Rivers?”
Chase noted how Dr. Rivers didn’t say anything. Instead her mesmerizing sea green eyes stared at his arm. Chase thought she had the most mesmerizing eyes he’d ever seen. Her fingers gently massaged his limb and he started to feel relaxed. Whatever she was doing felt like heaven. And what do you know, I’m not as dead as I thought . Suddenly Chase got a hard-on the likes of which his body hadn’t experienced in over two years. Christ. He gulped, wishing he could pull his arm free, suddenly embarrassed with his body’s betrayal but equally pleased he could still get it up.
“What’s it been now, Dr. Rivers, ten years since you started here with us?” The nurse filled in the silence with information the doctor was not about to divulge. Chase understood that. As a cop he kept his share of secrets, namely keeping his mouth shut when he started to think the cancer had come back.
He had
She laced up her shoes once outside of her vehicle and took in a fortifying breath. Only once she’d tightened the laces up on her flat and boring-as-hell granny shoes did she push her shoulders back. With purpose she walked out of the underground parking lot to the eighth ward—the cancer ward. If only her Siren sisters could see her now. Death might be part and parcel of the curse but by becoming a doctor, Sasha felt at least she had control over something. If she was able to use her comfort and skills to help even one patient tonight, Sasha knew she’d feel marginally better.
* * *
Chapter Two
Chase teased the nurse, who must have been close to sixty, trying for the third time to hook the IV into his arm. She laughed, and failed, again. Christ if he didn’t laugh he’d scream because getting poked by a needle hurt like hell. And did she have to be wearing a large shirt printed with a zillion tiny Rudolph the reindeer all over it? Chase turned his head and watched the small snowflakes falling fast outside the window. It was really coming down hard tonight and for a moment he inwardly laughed at the mess his work buddies would have to deal with. Normally he’d love a good snow storm but not when he was stuck inside a hospital. Storms made the nursing staff tense and that was never good.
Since he’d been down this road before, he knew all about putting on his poker face.
“Almost there,” she said. Chase didn’t bother to look. She wasn’t going to get the needle in and he knew it.
She mumbled an apology and thankfully put the needle down. She wrote something on his chart and was about to hit the call button when in walked the sexiest doctor Chase had ever laid eyes on. She didn’t look at him. Instead she walked over to his chart, read it silently for a few minutes, and then and only then did she raise her eyes to his.
He knew exactly what that damn chart said. Dead man. No amount of fancy handwriting was going to change the outcome but he couldn’t quite voice that yet.
“I’m Dr. Rivers, mind if I try that?” she said, more to the nurse than him.
Chase nodded. “Go ahead.” He laid his head back down on the overly starched pillow and ground his teeth against the poke and prod as the doctor who looked like she was fresh out of med school moved to the side table where the IV needles were laid out.
She picked up a needle, and then moved around the bed, surprising him. She didn’t say a word, simply took his left arm, not his right since only a blind idiot couldn’t help but notice the veins on that arm had dried up, and started to massage his arm. What the hell?
He turned to her. “So, you must be new?”
The nurse, who was fiddling with something to his other side, laughed. “She gets that all the time. Don’t you, Dr. Rivers?”
Chase noted how Dr. Rivers didn’t say anything. Instead her mesmerizing sea green eyes stared at his arm. Chase thought she had the most mesmerizing eyes he’d ever seen. Her fingers gently massaged his limb and he started to feel relaxed. Whatever she was doing felt like heaven. And what do you know, I’m not as dead as I thought . Suddenly Chase got a hard-on the likes of which his body hadn’t experienced in over two years. Christ. He gulped, wishing he could pull his arm free, suddenly embarrassed with his body’s betrayal but equally pleased he could still get it up.
“What’s it been now, Dr. Rivers, ten years since you started here with us?” The nurse filled in the silence with information the doctor was not about to divulge. Chase understood that. As a cop he kept his share of secrets, namely keeping his mouth shut when he started to think the cancer had come back.
He had
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