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“Not everyone, no. But this guy is just the opposite side of the same coin. I turned him down and he’s moved on, I’m sure, so there’s no point in talking about it anymore.” A man that handsome and self-assured probably asked out every halfway attractive woman he came across, and I wasn’t interested in being a notch on anyone’s bed post.

Kristy sighed. “All I’m saying is that you have to give someone a chance at some point.”

“Yeah, sure, maybe. I will someday in the future when I’m interested again. And when I’m ready.” I wasn’t in a rush to add a man to my life again, and he would have to be a damn good man for me to even consider. I doubted Box Cutter Man was my knight in shining armor.

“At least come out with us tonight. You don’t have to bat your lashes at anyone, just have a few drinks and shake your booty on the dance floor with me. Please?”

“Fine. I’m on the noon to midnight shift this weekend anyway.” I bit back a sigh. Going out wasn’t really my thing, at least not after a twelve-hour shift, but I promised Kristy, which meant I needed to dig deep and find my joy before tonight.

“Yay! I’ll come over and we’ll get ready together.”

I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn’t planning on getting all dressed up for drinks and dancing with the other nurses, but the PA system in the cafeteria blared with a warning that a motor vehicle accident on the interstate had multiple victims and they were all headed here. “Later,” I said, and jumped to my feet, taking one last bite of my salad before rushing out of the cafeteria to see where I could help.

Chapter Three

Hawk

It had been just over a week since I was last inside the antiseptic hallways of the local hospital, and with the exception of the pretty nurse, I hadn’t missed it at all. But the blonde who wasn’t impressed with me said to come back in seven to ten days or when the stitches had dissolved. They were gone, so here I was, hoping to see her again and shoot my shot. Again.

“Dominic Bennett.”

I looked up and hid my disappointment that it wasn’t the sexy, gray-eyed nurse but a redhead with a friendly, dimpled smile. “I’m Dominic,” I told her when I stopped in front of her, forcing her gaze up.

Something like recognition flared in her eyes, which I didn’t understand, but I kept my observation to myself. “I’m here because my stitches dissolved and the other nurse—”

“Laura,” she supplied with a knowing smile.

“Right, Laura said to come back in ten days or when my stitches dissolved, so here I am.” I followed her into a different yet identical exam room and took my seat on the examination table.

“Lift your shirt, please.” She had her head down, removing gauze and some other instruments from their packaging.

I stripped it off and dropped it beside me, waiting for whatever she needed to do. “The stitches are gone, so what’s next?”

She turned and froze with her mouth wide open. “What the hell was Laura thinking, turning you down?” Realizing her mistake, she snapped her lips shut and shook her head. “Ignore me. That was totally unprofessional.”

A slow smile spread at her words. Not only had the pretty blonde—Laura—talked about me to this woman, she’d also told her I asked her out. “I don’t need professionalism, especially if you can tell me why she shot me down.”

The nurse—Kristy, was the name embroidered on her light blue scrubs—looked over her shoulder and then back at me. “You were her patient, also she didn’t buy your story about the box cutter. But she thinks you’re hot, so that works in your favor.”

“I’m not a bad guy, but someone was fucking with a friend of mine and I couldn’t just let that happen. So, anything I can do? Looks like I’m your patient now, not hers.” Why I was so hung up on this chick, I couldn’t say, but I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn’t stop these thoughts until I proved she wasn’t special, wasn’t like all the rest. She was just another pretty face.

“She volunteers at the Steel City Community Center on Wednesdays, which today is.”

I perked up at that info. “No shit, me too.”

Kristy’s skepticism made me laugh.

“Seriously. My MC donates shit all the time. Clothes, old electronics that one of our guys rehabbed, toiletries for the homeless.”

“Holy shit. Hot like this, a biker, and a do-gooder? Laura is a goner,” she whispered the last part to herself. “Ignore me,” she said, and checked the wound site. “It looks good. If there’s any redness or irritation, don’t hesitate to come back.”

“I won’t. Thanks, for the exam and the intel.”

“No thanks necessary. But if you hurt her in any way, bad ass biker or not, I’ll put an air bubble in your heart.”

“Loud and clear.” I yanked my shirt back on and strode from the exam room with a smile on my face, headed to the SCCC to see a pretty nurse named Laura.

She didn’t fool me with that uppity attitude. Underneath that ice was a white-hot fire that burned bright and deep. I pushed my bike a little faster, excited as fuck to surprise her.

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