Page 462 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“I know hospitals are hard, so if this is too much, you let me know and I’ll get someone else—”
“I’m good,” I assured her.
God, she was sweet. Well into her fifties but looked thirty, Hatch had won the lottery marrying her. She was blonde, pretty, and rich as all get out. She’d been a single mother, a widow, when they met. Her car had broken down and Hatch had quite literally rescued her from a crazy person trying to kill her.
Hatch did that for people. Saved them. He’d saved me too and I owed him everything.
We were here to visit Cookie’s old lady, Mags. She’d been diagnosed with cervical cancer and had just undergone surgery, so Maisie had insisted we visit her every day this week.
Today was day one.
Walking up to the nurses’ station, a woman smiled from behind the desk as we approached. “Hi, can I help you?”
“Yes, we’re here to see Maggie Vaughn,” Maisie said.
She gave us the room number and we headed down the hall.
“I’m gonna hang out here,” I said.
“Okay, love.” Maisie smiled and made her way into the room.
I took a seat in one of the chairs in the hallway and pulled out my phone. I knew I was gonna be there for a while, so pulled up a game app and settled in.
I’d been in my chair for about twenty minutes when a nurse walked up and said, “Excuse me.”
“Yeah?” I raised my head, and I swear to Christ, if I’d been standing, I’d have been knocked over by her beauty. Red hair, deep blue eyes, curvy and dimples… fuck the dimples were a ten. She was stunning.
“You know, we have a waiting area that has coffee and water, and the chairs are way more comfortable. It’s just down the hall,” she said, with the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
“I’m good,” I said. “Is there a problem with me sittin’ here?”
“Oh, no, it’s totally fine. I just thought you might be more comfortable somewhere a little quieter.”
“I’m fine, sweetheart. But thanks.”
She nodded. “Well, if you change your mind, you let me know, and I’ll show you where it is.”
“Sounds good.” I glanced at her badge. “Brynley Shotwell.”
“Just Bryn’s fine.”
I smiled slowly. “Thanks, just Bryn. I’ll let you know.”
* * *
Brynley
Oh my god.
My stomach did cartwheels as I turned and walked away from the sexy man sitting outside Maggie Vaughn’s room. I honestly don’t know what possessed me to walk up to him, but I just felt compelled to talk to him, so I made up an excuse.
It might have been a mistake because the second he opened his mouth, my heart fluttered, as did my nether regions. His voice was deep and smooth, and so very sexy.
Unfortunately, I’d figured out the second I got up close to him, he was much, much younger than me. I wasn’t sure how much, but I was pretty sure it was at least a decade.
I sighed, shaking off my romantic notions. I was too old to be mooning over someone like him. Besides, I’d never stand a chance, even if we were the same age.
