“Okay, I’ll feed you first.”
She scooped out some wet food from a can and refrigerated the rest. Daisy lapped up the tuna in record time. Ella opened a bottle of Merlot and poured herself a glass. Kicking off her flip-flops she perched on a stool at her kitchen island counter.
“Alexa play Brett Young.” Alexa complied and like magic music was streaming through the airwaves of her kitchen. His voice and lyrics always touched her soul. Despite having grown up being tossed around in foster care most of her childhood, she was still a romantic at heart. She didn’t know if that made her stupid or resilient but there it was. She did want her happily ever after.Why the hell was this coming up now?Irritated with this train of thought she said, “Alexa play Bruno Mars.” As if flipping a switch, her body immediately started bee bopping on her stool, and her mood went from sappy to sassy. Now that was more like it.
5
Ella would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t take a little extra care with her hair and makeup preparing for work. Even as she applied lip gloss, she admonished herself for it. Two weeks into caring for Mr. Bennett had added a little lift to her daily grind. She refused to overanalyze. She would just enjoy the sexy distraction while she had it.
A half hour later she arrived at the hospital coffee in hand. She listened to the update on Mr. Bennett; he was progressing, but he had a long way to go. Apparently, he had been quite restless during the night.
Kari rolled her eyes saying, “Quite the pain in the ass frankly.”
Stowing her purse in a cabinet behind the nurses’ station, Ella grabbed a stethoscope and hung it around her neck. “Are you surprised?”
“Not really. Rich, arrogant and entitled. Hey, that could be the name of a romance novel,” she joked. “He fits right into your wheelhouse—after dating our resident god Dr. Shelby, Mr. Bennett must seem like a walk in the park.”
“Very funny Kari. Actually, he’s not so bad.”
Kari rolled her eyes, “For you maybe.”
“Thanks, I’ll take it from here.”
Kari smirked and said, “Have fun.”
“Knock knock,” she said as she quietly entered room 2016. Kyle was sitting up in bed trying to feed himself with his sprained but not broken extremity. “Need some help?”
Kyle did a double take. “You’re here. Thank God, that other nurse is a real tyrant.”
“Why do you say that? Is it because she makes you get up and walk?”
“Because she bullied me. Dammit!” he snapped, as a blob of chocolate pudding fell off his spoon and onto his lap.
“If you don’t comply you won’t get better. Now let me help you with that pudding.” Taking the spoon from his bandaged hand she said, “Open wide.”
His eyes gleamed with fire, but he complied. She couldn’t help but tease him a little by taking her time approaching his mouth while he held it open. He grabbed her hand and squeezed even as he winced in pain from the effort. It was like an electric jolt going up her arm. She sucked in her breath sharply as she licked her lips.
Kyle, seeing her eyes widen with awareness, couldn’t stop himself from staring at her full lips and felt an immediate tightening in his groin. He didn’t want to examine too closely the fact that he was overly happy to see her. Her thick dark hair, as silky as a mink, made him want to remove the clasp and rake his fingers through it.
He reached for her hand with his better arm and guided her toward his mouth. He brushed his fingertips up her forearm while she held the full spoon of pudding. Opening his mouth for the bite he leaned forward and closed around the spoon. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he glanced up at her through his dark lashes. She visibly gulped.
“Mm, more.”
“Excuse me?”
“Another bite please.”
“You are definitely feeling better today, Mr. Bennett.”
“Yes, there are some parts waking up that would be better left asleep.”
Ella’s cheeks turned bright pink when she realized what he was referring to as her eyes automatically dropped down to the bulge beneath the sheet.
He laughed as he saw her eyes get big. “Now you can’t tell me this hasn’t happened to you with just about every male patient you ever laid your hands on.”
“No, most of my patients behave themselves.”
“It must be the drugs.”