Page 7 of Wreck Me
“You don’t look like any sheriff I’ve ever seen before.”
Wait. What was she doing flirting? Sure, he was hot as hades, but she had no business flirting with him. This concussion was really messing with her.
He grinned again, and her dusty lady parts woke up. “Seen a lot of sheriffs in your day?”
“No, but I always think ofThe Andy Griffith Showwhen I think of sheriffs. And you don’t look anything like that.”
For the love of God, shut up, Megan!
What did it say about her that even in the midst of having a concussion, all she could think about was how his hands and lips would feel on her skin? She wasn’t normal.
Maybe her ex was right. Shewasweird. Or maybe she’d hit her head harder than she thought and this was all some whacked-out dream.
Before he could respond to the ridiculousness that she continued to spout, the woman from the front desk opened the door leading to the patient rooms.
“Hey there. Y’all can come on back.”
Three
We Have Rules, Remember?
He’d just metthis woman and already she’d made him want to throw out his rule book on more than one occasion.
Including the ones where he’d taken an oath. To protect and serve took on a whole new meaning when she licked her lips and flirted with him in her quirky little way. Aidan didn’t date, and he certainly didn’t take women he did meet for a night of no-strings-attached sex back to his house.
But he could see Megan spread out in his bed, and he liked the vision just a little too much. So much that his hands actually tingled with the need to touch her in any way he could, even when she probably could have walked on her own.
She was messing with his head, and he needed to shut that shit down quick. This banter between them that lightened his heart, where he actually teased a female that wasn’t his sisters? Yeah, that couldn’t keep happening.
He needed to keep space between them so he wouldn’t be enticed by the vanilla and whatever kind of flower she smelled like. It was driving him crazy in ways that he had no time or inclination for. That lasted all of about two seconds when she tried to get up and wobbled. He grabbed her arms to steady her. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” But she didn’t sound confident about it as she looked at her shoes. When he started to let go, she looked up at him, worry flashing in her eyes. “Will you come back with me?”
Those job requisites didn’t stand a chance against Megan’s pleading look.
“Of course.”
“Good.” Her smile was one of relief, and her shoulders relaxed.
She walked ahead of him, slowly, and he couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips. He couldn’t touch, but he may as well enjoy the view while he could.
Wilma led them back to an exam room, promising Doc would be in soon. Not thirty seconds of tense silence later, Doc came in the room.
“Aidan, how’s it going, son?” Doc reached out and they shook hands.
“Good.”
With a comforting smile, Doc pulled the rolling seat toward the exam table where Megan sat. “So, what we got going on?”
Aidan stood on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. Megan explained what happened, and little by little, as Doc asked questions, her shoulders finally stopped meeting her ears. His uncle had that gift of making his patients feel relaxed even when they came in feeling anything but relaxed.
“Aidan?”
Doc’s deep voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Yeah?”
“We’re going to take Megan to get a CT. You sticking around?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ll just wait out in the waiting room.” He pushed off the wall and addressed Megan. “I’ll call and make sure your car made it to the shop.”
