Page 12 of Ignite

“I might have some stickers somewhere.”

“Hmmm.” I nod, pretending to consider it.

“You’ll need a few stitches. Are you good with needles?”

Her eyes lock on my heavily tatted forearm and hand. I think she’s just realized her answer.

“No. Petrified. Can you hold my hand?”

She giggles, tapping my thigh.

“I need two hands to stitch you up. I can call in another nurse?”

I run my tongue along my teeth. “No. I’ll be brave for you.”

She heads to the shelf for supplies. I let myself breathe.

This woman. Cool as hell. Sharp. Sassy. A fuckin’ dream in a white coat.

“Wow,” I mutter under my breath.

She glances back. “Wow?”

Shit.

I didn’t know I had a nurse fantasy. But I’m sure I do now. I’m now not sure if I missed the part where she drugged me with something.

Why the hell did ‘wow’ just leave my mouth?

“Umm…” I chew my lip, scrambling. Finn told me to behave. She works for him. She’s holding a needle.

She rolls back to me, stitches prepped.

I grin, cocky again.

“Do I get another good boy when you’re done?”

I hope she says yes.

Chapter 4

HALLIE

Dear God. This man. I’m burning up.

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to concentrate when he’s this distracting. Not just to look at. But he’s funny as hell.

And for some reason, my damn brain-to-mouth filter is not working around him.

This is my job. I need to be professional.

“Maybe. If you stay still.”

I offer him a sweet smile and get to work, stitching the wound back up.

I’m acutely aware of his stare in the side of my head.

Doing my best to keep this as neat as possible, by the time I get to the final stitch, I blow out a breath.

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