Page 74 of Grumpy Sunshine

After a few more back and forths between them, Aella got up and tossed the phone on the bed.

“All hands on deck, I guess,” she said.“Apparently with everyone out with the flu, they need everyone they can find to come in.”

“You can ride with me,” I grinned.

She flipped on the overhead light and walked to the closet where she pulled out a simple set of black scrubs.

They were unshapely, and I hated them instantly.

Maybe I’d buy her some of the ones that were all the rage now.

I liked them because they were a hell of a lot more pleasant to look at than the scrubs she was wearing now.They defined and were comfortable—at least from what I’d heard.

“Let me brush my teeth and we can go,” she said.

I did, following suit right after her with a toothbrush I’d stolen out of her cabinet.

When we got down to my bike, I mounted and held out my hand for her to follow suit.

My belly clenched when she threw one leg over and sucked herself up to my body.

We’d spent the last few days together, every waking second, and I hadn’t thought things could get any better.

I was wrong.

Having her arms around my belly, and her front pressed up against my back, was definitely one of those moments that I’d remember forever.

I liked the feel of her against me.

I liked that she trusted me enough to get on the back of my bike.

A bike that I’d never had another woman on before in my years of owning it.

“Ready?”I asked.

“Ready,” she confirmed, pressing her chin to my shoulder so she could see over.

I started the bike up with a dull roar and set the alarm off on the Cadillac I was parked next to.

She giggled in my ear and then squealed when I took off out of the parking lot.

The ride itself would’ve normally taken us ten minutes, tops.

This time, though, it took nearly double that due to the amount of traffic.

Eventually, I just started to ride on the shoulder passing all of the cars that were backed up.

When we got closer to the exit that we needed, the traffic started to make sense.

Red and blue flashing lights were everywhere, and at the center of those lights were tons of smashed cars blocking all lanes of traffic.

A cop held his hand up and I stopped, albeit reluctantly.

“Need you to not…”

I spoke over him.“We work at the hospital.Got called in for this.”

I gestured at the cars, and the cop nodded.“Stay to the far left.There’s a lot of gas.Don’t want it to ignite.”

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