Hot Mess: Friends & Family 4
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I was a member of the city's elite SWAT Team One. I ran into danger without hesitation. I faced bad guys, busted drug dealers, and rescued hostages. I was good at my job. I was not good at relationships. I'd been burned before, both as a man and as a police officer. The last thing I wanted to do was get involved with someone. So, why couldn't I stop thinking about the sexy doctor?
I'd always been drawn to Officer David Wu, but the man wouldn't give me the time of day, until one night he did, but his offer came with conditions. No strings attached. I agreed because I couldn't deny my need to experience one night of passion in his arms. When I woke alone the next morning, I realized he had meant every word. So, why can't I stop thinking about the handsome SWAT officer?
Keeping our distance from each other seems futile when someone comes after us. Between threats, car explosions, and a growing list of people out to get us, sticking together might be the only thing keeping us alive.
"So, what seems to be the problem today?"
Dr. Seamore Jones glanced up from his clipboard. "David? What are you doing in here?"
I held up my arm so Skip could see the knife slash in my side. "Druggie bombed out of his skull took a swipe at me. I didn't jump out of the way fast enough."
Skip set the clipboard down on the counter and then went to the sink to wash his hands. He dried them really well and then pulled out a pair of plastic gloves before walking over to the side of the exam table.
"Can you lift your arm over your head?"
I did as the doctor suggested then sucked in a breath when Skip started probing the wound.
Skip glanced up. "My hands too cold?"
Let's go with that.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the man I'd been mooning over for the last couple of years was touching me. There was no way in hell I'd ever admit it. I didn't really do relationships, and Skip had commitment written all over him.
"Sorry about that. I'd blow on them, but then I'd have to wash them again and change my gloves."
I chuckled. "Yeah."
I tried not to react when Skip started touching my side again.
"Well," Skip said after a few moments, "I think we can get away with just a couple of stitches."
I let out a relieved breath when Skip stepped back. "Just a couple? Felt like that knife went a lot deeper."
"It's the location I suspect. You use those muscles pretty much every time you inhale. With them moving constantly, it's going to cause it to hurt every time you breathe. My suggestion is not to—"
Skip snorted. "Not to get stabbed."
"Yeah, I'll get right on that."
Skip chuckled as he shook his head. "Okay, I'm going to go get a tray ready. A nurse will be in a few minutes to numb you up."
I tilted my head. "Isn't that kind of like being stabbed?"
"It is, but if you piss Jean off, he'll make sure you need surgery and not just stitches."
That sounded lovely.
Skip chuckled again. "I'll be back soon."
"I'm not going anywhere." Specifically because my commander on the SWAT unit I served on, Lieutenant Salvador Delvecchio, threatened to suspend me if I didn't come in and get stitches.
He was right. I did need stitches. I had just been hoping that either Skip wouldn't be on duty or one of the other doctors would get my case.
That hadn't worked.
I did my very best to avoid Skip as much as possible, which wasn't that easy. My commander's husband was a mess and was always getting into one scrape of another. Lany had Skip on speed dial. Everyone who knew him did. It was safer that way.
He was a good guy from everything I learned about him over the last couple of years, and it was a lot. I was always listening to any tidbit I could get about the handsome doctor, which was really kind of stupid on my part since I never planned to do anything about my crush on him.
Getting romantically involved with someone just wasn't something I was willing to do. I'd been horribly burned once before and I refused to be betrayed like that again. That meant a lot of backroom hookups, but it was better than having my heart broken again.
I glanced up when the door opened and then smiled at the nurse coming in. "You must be Jean."
The nurse gave me a confused look. "I am."
"Skip told me you were coming in to numb me up."
"Oh, Dr. Jones."
"You know the doctor well?"
"I've known him a couple of years. My boss's husband has him on speed dial."
The guy squinted at me. "You mean Lany Delvecchio?"
I laughed. "I see you've heard of him."
"Everyone in the emergency room has heard of him."
I was not surprised.
"His husband must have nerves of steel."
"Yeah, pretty much," I replied. "It's why he makes such a good SWAT commander." Going to work every day was child's play compared to all the messes Lany got into. It was like going on vacation every day from nine to five.
"Dr. Jones said you're going to need a couple of stitches."
"Yeah." I lifted my arm and showed the nurse the gash in my side. "I forgot to duck when a druggie took a swipe at me."
Jean walked over and washed his hands, dried them, and then pulled on a new set of gloves. "Well, the doctor will have you stitched up and out of here in no time."
"That would be great. I still have a report to file on the stabbing."
I hated paperwork.
Jean took the syringe he'd brought in with him and leaned toward me. I winced and stiffened when he stuck the needle in my side. I didn't care who you were. That shit hurt.
"A druggie with a knife you said?"
"Yep. Fucker was stoned out of his gourd." It had taken three of us in full tactical gear to take him down, but I wasn't going to share that bit of information. That was job intel, and not for public knowledge.
"Well, Dr. Jones should be able to get you all fixed up and you can go get your paperwork done, and then I'd suggest you take it easy for the rest of the night."
That was the plan.
I wouldn't say the longer I was around Skip, the more I wanted him because I wanted him all the time. But the more time I was around him, the more my inner wanton lust seemed to make more sense and my resistance to the handsome doctor weakened.
I did not need the headache that came with getting involved with someone like Skip. I had enough things on my plate right now. Anything happening between the two of us would only lead to heartache, for me and for him.
Best just to avoid it.
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