see what’s beyond it. Like he wants to be anywhere but here.
“Mr. O’Dare? I’m your new nurse, Carly.” He doesn’t make a sound as I erase Tabby’s name from the white board and write mine in its place. Nothing about his appearance changes other than his neck growing tense as I walk toward him. “How are you feeling?”
His eyes dart to mine and he adjusts slightly in the bed. They’re a gorgeous light green that don’t mesh with his angry stare and intimidating appearance. “Same.”
His voice is softer than I imagined it being, light on the ears. It throws me off for a second and I try to regain my focus. “Everything? Pain? Comfort level? Anything change?”
“Same.”
I sit there and gaze at him for several seconds too long. Our staring match is cut short when Dr. Bloomenthal bursts through the door. I catch a glimpse of what seems to be the entire hospital staff standing outside the room. My fingers dig into my palms as I ball my hands into fists. I doubt this guy wants a crowd of gawkers sitting outside his door all night and it grates on me.
“Devyn. How we feeling?” Bloomenthal is loud and obnoxious if I’m being honest. He’s young and fit, but nothing like the man in the hospital bed.
“Fine.”
“What do you got?” Bloomenthal’s tone is sharp as he glances my direction.
“Same.”
I see the corners of Devyn’s mouth curl ever so slightly in my peripheral vision. Almost a smirk. “Can I go home?”
Wow, he can say a complete sentence.
“I’m going to hold you for observation for a little while longer. Just to rule out a concussion. But I’ve spoken with the police and your attorney has taken care of everything. So yes, once you’re done you can be on your way.”
“Thanks.”
Devyn is looking right at me. I can’t tell if he’s trying to figure me out, checking me out, or if it’s because I’m standing between him and the wall. I can hear people whispering out in the hallway and I can’t tell what bothers me more, the fact this guy’s lawyer makes sure he doesn’t spend any time in jail, or the people gossiping beyond the door.
“Be right back, Doc.” I storm toward the door and yank it open. Everyone standing in the hall drops their jaw at my stare. “Does nobody have work to do? We are with a patient in here.” My voice is harsh and I may end up getting myself fired today. I have more to worry about than people fawning over a criminal celebrity I’m trying to take care of.
They all scatter and I close the door harder than I intend. Doc and Devyn are both staring at me.
Doc looks back to Devyn. “I’ll be back in a bit to check on you. Just get some rest.”
Bloomenthal’s white coat looks out of place with the suit he’s wearing underneath. I don’t know what it is, but something just doesn’t match. He walks over to me standing by the door.
“He should be fine.” He pulls out his phone and sends a text. Then he leans down near my ear and whispers. “He passed his neuro test, but my son gets back from a ski trip in a few hours. Once he comes up and gets a picture and an autograph, we can discharge him.”
I truly hope the veins I can feel bulging in my neck aren’t visible. Breathe, Carly. You cannot get fired. My breath is still a little shallow as my heart races.
“Yes sir.” I try not to sound like a smart-ass, but I’m certain it’s still obvious.
“Very good.”
Doc leaves and I walk back over to Devyn. “Do you need anything else right now?”
He looks up at me, and then shakes his head. He almost seems hurt, or troubled about something. Oh well, I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m sure he has a lot to worry about with endless money and time on his hands.
I turn to walk away. I just need to get through my rounds and call my son.
“Thank you.”
I freeze in my tracks, and then turn back to face him. He really is a beautiful man. Beautiful and mysterious. I can see why Tabby was all giddy about him being here. Something about
“Mr. O’Dare? I’m your new nurse, Carly.” He doesn’t make a sound as I erase Tabby’s name from the white board and write mine in its place. Nothing about his appearance changes other than his neck growing tense as I walk toward him. “How are you feeling?”
His eyes dart to mine and he adjusts slightly in the bed. They’re a gorgeous light green that don’t mesh with his angry stare and intimidating appearance. “Same.”
His voice is softer than I imagined it being, light on the ears. It throws me off for a second and I try to regain my focus. “Everything? Pain? Comfort level? Anything change?”
“Same.”
I sit there and gaze at him for several seconds too long. Our staring match is cut short when Dr. Bloomenthal bursts through the door. I catch a glimpse of what seems to be the entire hospital staff standing outside the room. My fingers dig into my palms as I ball my hands into fists. I doubt this guy wants a crowd of gawkers sitting outside his door all night and it grates on me.
“Devyn. How we feeling?” Bloomenthal is loud and obnoxious if I’m being honest. He’s young and fit, but nothing like the man in the hospital bed.
“Fine.”
“What do you got?” Bloomenthal’s tone is sharp as he glances my direction.
“Same.”
I see the corners of Devyn’s mouth curl ever so slightly in my peripheral vision. Almost a smirk. “Can I go home?”
Wow, he can say a complete sentence.
“I’m going to hold you for observation for a little while longer. Just to rule out a concussion. But I’ve spoken with the police and your attorney has taken care of everything. So yes, once you’re done you can be on your way.”
“Thanks.”
Devyn is looking right at me. I can’t tell if he’s trying to figure me out, checking me out, or if it’s because I’m standing between him and the wall. I can hear people whispering out in the hallway and I can’t tell what bothers me more, the fact this guy’s lawyer makes sure he doesn’t spend any time in jail, or the people gossiping beyond the door.
“Be right back, Doc.” I storm toward the door and yank it open. Everyone standing in the hall drops their jaw at my stare. “Does nobody have work to do? We are with a patient in here.” My voice is harsh and I may end up getting myself fired today. I have more to worry about than people fawning over a criminal celebrity I’m trying to take care of.
They all scatter and I close the door harder than I intend. Doc and Devyn are both staring at me.
Doc looks back to Devyn. “I’ll be back in a bit to check on you. Just get some rest.”
Bloomenthal’s white coat looks out of place with the suit he’s wearing underneath. I don’t know what it is, but something just doesn’t match. He walks over to me standing by the door.
“He should be fine.” He pulls out his phone and sends a text. Then he leans down near my ear and whispers. “He passed his neuro test, but my son gets back from a ski trip in a few hours. Once he comes up and gets a picture and an autograph, we can discharge him.”
I truly hope the veins I can feel bulging in my neck aren’t visible. Breathe, Carly. You cannot get fired. My breath is still a little shallow as my heart races.
“Yes sir.” I try not to sound like a smart-ass, but I’m certain it’s still obvious.
“Very good.”
Doc leaves and I walk back over to Devyn. “Do you need anything else right now?”
He looks up at me, and then shakes his head. He almost seems hurt, or troubled about something. Oh well, I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m sure he has a lot to worry about with endless money and time on his hands.
I turn to walk away. I just need to get through my rounds and call my son.
“Thank you.”
I freeze in my tracks, and then turn back to face him. He really is a beautiful man. Beautiful and mysterious. I can see why Tabby was all giddy about him being here. Something about
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