Page 475 of Hell Hath No Fury
By eleven the next morning, I still hadn’t seen Harm and I was getting a little grumpy. Irrational, for sure, but still true. I couldn’t believe how quickly this man had gotten under my skin.
I was at the nurses’ station entering information in a chart when I heard, “Hey just Bryn.”
Goosebumps shot up my spine as I raised my head to see Harm smiling and looking even more gorgeous in the daylight.
“Hi,” I breathed out. “Um, good morning. How are you?”
He set a bag and a cup on the counter. “Coffee and a donut.”
“Shut up,” I said, opening the bag. “Bavarian cream? You remembered.”
He tapped his temple. “Like a vault.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“I’ll come find you later.”
“Okay.”
I watched him join Maisie down the hall, then I sat down and devoured my treat.
I was able to share a few glances with him over the next hour, but we’d had several surgeries that morning, so there was a lot of patient-monitoring to do. I was doubly glad for the extra shot of sugar and caffeine as the afternoon wore on.
“Hi, Bryn.”
I looked up from the desk to see Lily Quinn walking toward me. Lily had been my ‘mentor’ when I’d first started at this hospital, showing me the ropes, and getting me acclimated totheir best practices. That was six months ago, and she’d made me feel so comfortable, I now felt like I could run the whole show even though we no longer worked in the same department.
“Oh my god, Lil, hey,” I said, moving out from behind the desk to hug her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m here to see Maggie Vaughn, actually. She’s kind of like my aunt.”
“Oh, really?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
“So you know Harm?”
“Yeah, he’s one of my husband’s club brothers. They’re actually really close outside of the club, too.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Hey, Lil,” Harm said, making his way toward us.
He smiled at me, and Lily let out a quiet whistle.
“Oh, now I know why,” she whispered. “Go for it, Bryn. Seriously, he’s a good guy.”
She headed for Harm giving him a hug, then they made their way down the hall to Maggie’s room.
Two hours later, Harm passed by the desk, leaning over, and asking, “What time are you off?”
“Six.”
“Meet you at your place at seven?”
I nodded. “Perfect.”
“You want me to pick up food?”
“I can order pizza if you want.”
