Page 5 of Wreck Me
“Don’t you likeKill Bill?”
“Sure. Uma Thurman is a badass, and Tarentino is in his own league. I just wasn’t expecting that answer.” He turned to watch for oncoming traffic and pulled out smoothly at an opening before continuing. “So you’re moving everything you own to Florida in a fifty-year-old Volkswagen.”
“Yep. I was ready for a change from Nashville. So once my divorce was final, I started making plans, and Nate—that’s my brother—said he’d help me.”
Aidan maneuvered the SUV through the small streets quietly before speaking again. “I’m sorry about your divorce.”
“I’m not. It was long past time.” A wave of nausea hit her again, harder than before, and she closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply, hoping to not make a fool of herself. When she did, the smell of Aidan’s cologne wafted to her, and in spite of the nausea, she wanted to bury her nose in his chest.
“Are you okay? You’re looking green again.”
She laid a hand over her stomach and took deep breaths. Drank some water. “Yeah, I think so,” she said as she capped the water bottle and leaned her head back against the seat. “I just keep getting these waves of nausea.”
“Definite concussion.”
“Do you moonlight as a doctor, officer?”Wow, Megan, bitchy much?
“Deputy.”
“What?”
He slowed down and turned on his blinker. “I’m a sheriff’s deputy, not a police officer. But to answer your question, no. But I’ve seen my fair share of concussions, even had one myself. And I guarantee you need stitches.”
She raised a hand to the bandage that was stuck to the gash on her head. When her fingers brushed it, it stung. “Oh yeah. I’d almost forgotten about it. This headache has had a way of blocking everything else out.”
“Well, we’re here.”
She sighed in relief and hated the shame that burned her cheeks.
Aidan pulled into a parking spot right in front of the red brick building that housed the clinic and other doctors’ offices.
“Is there someone I can call for you?” he asked after parking. His voice was deep, gravelly, and warm like a shot of whiskey. He slid the glasses off his face, and the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen made the breath in her lungs stop.
In spite of the pounding in her brain, her skin flushed under her clothes and her mouth went dry. His glance had only lasted milliseconds, but Megan felt like she’d been set on fire.
She licked her lips, trying to gather her thoughts. Between the accident and his gaze tying her tongue in knots, she was a hot mess. “Um, I need to let my brother know what’s going on. But I’ll call him later.”
Aidan’s brows drew down. “No parents? Other siblings? Cousins? Friends?”
“Nope. No one else. Not that counts anyway.”
Aidan blew out a breath and nodded. “Okay. Let’s get you in to see Doc.”
“Wait,” she said as he started to get out of the car.
He looked back with one brow lifted, and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry if I’m a bit bitchy. It’s no excuse, but my head is killing me.”
One side of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile. “It’s okay. You’re in pain. You’re allowed some leeway to be bitchy.”
“Right. Thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you inside.”
He came around to her side of the SUV and helped her out. “Put your arm around my shoulders,” he said, meeting her gaze. “It’s okay. You can lean on me.”
Oh, she wanted to lean on him. The man smelled like heaven. Like a virile man, mixed with an expensive cologne, and…sex.
Okay, maybe that last one was her imagination. Because it had been a long time.
