Page 2 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“He has a sister and brother listed as the emergency contacts, but she is presently out of the country and the brother hasn’t been reached. His assistant was here all night, she left about an hour ago. Apparently widowed, he has a little boy, five or six years old, currently under a nanny’s care. The parents, who retired to Palm Springs, were notified and are presumably making arrangements to get here,” Kari said. “Crazy night. Three car accidents came in by squad, two required emergency surgeries. Our Mr. Bennett here being the worst of the lot.”

Ella shook her head, “Glad I was off yesterday, all rested up. Which doc is on today?”

“Doctor Thompson,” she said, smiling teasingly.

“Don’t look at me like that. There is absolutely nothing going on there. You know my history with dating doctors, not going to happen again. Thanks for the update on our patient. Go home. You look exhausted.”

“Well you’ve got him now,” Kari said. “Just an FYI, this patient is a VIP, as in personal friends with the administrator. You know the Bennett wing of this hospital? His grandfather!”

Ella shrugged, “He still sits on the toilet, same as the rest of us.”

Kari grinned, “Good luck, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Bye Kari. Get some rest.”

“No worries about that as long as I can stay awake long enough to get home.”

Ella entered Kyle Bennett’s room to check and log her patient’s vitals. He was hooked up to a conglomerate of leads. The monitors beeped steadily, pulse stable, oxygen saturation good. His skin looked gray beneath his tan, dark stubble already covering his sharp jaw line. His cheeks were chiseled, and long black lashes fanned his cheeks.Beautiful man.

She pulled his hospital gown aside as she slipped in the ear tips of her stethoscope. He appeared to be in great physical shape. Broad shoulders, pecs were toned and well defined beneath the soft dark hair covering his chest, and his abdomen was of the six-pack variety. She held the disc against his chest, first listening to his heart, then satisfied upon hearing the steady beat, moved on to his lungs,clear,finally moving on to his taunt muscular belly, noting the sexy trail of hair continuing down from his navel to the pubic bone.

The torn femoral artery had been repaired, bones had been set, no internal bleeding, now of most concern was infection and his head injury. A concussion with swelling which they were closely monitoring.

She did a manual check of his blood pressure, which was low but not dangerously so. Very lucky but far from out of the woods. She pulled back the sheet to check his lower extremities. Pulse strong at the ankles, no swelling…strong muscular thighs, runner?He moved his leg, moaning in pain. Glancing up she caught him staring at her, his forehead wrinkled with confusion.

“You’re awake.”

“Where am I?” he asked groggily, his eyes a deep sapphire blue.

“You’re at Wayne Regional Hospital. You were in a car accident yesterday afternoon. Can you tell me your name?”

He looked blank, grimacing as if struggling to find the answer.

“It’s okay. No need to worry, you’ve suffered a concussion, it can take time to regain mental acuity.”

As she watched his expression, she saw the light bulb go on and relief flood his features, “It’s Kyle, Kyle Bennett.”

“What’s the last thing you remember Mr. Bennett?”

“Leaving my office.”

“You don’t remember anything about your accident?”

His jaw tightened and his eyebrows knitted trying to recall something, anything, coming up blank again, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“My head is exploding right now. I feel like my brains are oozing out of my ears.”

“That’s because you’ve suffered a concussion. Stay still, let me go fetch the doc. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t go,” he said. “Am I going to make it?”

“Your vitals are stable, and we’ve repaired the tear to your femoral artery and patched you up. Now it’s up to your body to run with it. You’re going to be incapacitated for a while.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Mr. Bennett. You were in a terrible collision; your sports car was no match for the pickup truck that you plowed into. You are here now and under the best of care. The first forty-eight hours are critical, complications can arise, but that’s why you’re here. Dr. Thompson is on hospital rounds this morning. I would put my own life in his hands. I will be your nurse for the next twelve hours and I promise I will watch you like a hawk. I have one patient and you are it.”

His gaze became distant as if trying to recall something, “Finn, my son, I need to check on my son,” he said, then closed his eyes.

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