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OR.”
She laughed at that, and her eyes sparkled. She really
was
quite pretty. But not even half as pretty as Eden, of course.
Fuck
.
“And how
are
your stitches?” she asked. “Wait, don’t tell me—you need me to check them for you. Privately, of course, because you’re bashful.”
“I am.” Izzy made himself flirt back. See, he could do this. “But alas, this time I have none for you to check. I was here because I donated a little too much blood to a teammate out in the field. I needed a major resupply of my own.”
She sat back in her seat. “Oh, my God,” she said, her flirtatiousness instantly gone, her eyes wide. “
You’re
the one …? I heard about you.”
“Uh-oh, that’s never good,” he said, going for the laugh and getting it.
“But it was in a good way,” she corrected him. “You saved your friend’s life. I was in awe when I heard what you did.”
“In awe, like, you couldn’t believe someone could be that stupid?” he asked.
She laughed again at his
stupid
, and agreed. “Stupid, but heroic. Even more so because you knew what you were doing. SEALs are a lotof things, but their stupidity usually doesn’t come from ignorance. So I’ll go with heroic. I’m glad I got to meet you.”
“And to think,” Izzy said, “you could have met me a few weeks ago. What a shame you didn’t kick down my door to give me a sponge bath when you had your chance.”
She laughed again. “Because Army nurses—unlike Navy SEALs—
always
get to choose their assignments.”
“Then it was bad luck that kept us apart,” Izzy said, sighing melodramatically.
“Bad luck and Major MacGregor,” Cynthia agreed as she laughed, adding, “But … good luck that we both came here tonight.”
“Sharing a drink,” Izzy mused, holding out one hand, then putting out his other, as if weighing the options. “Being given a sponge bath …” He shook his head. “Sorry, not quite the same thing.”
Cynthia’s eyes sparkled again as she mimicked him with her hands. “In the hospital, on duty,” she said as she held out one, then added for the other, “In a bar, with the whole night free …”
He was in like Flynn.
And weird that he should think that.
In like Flynn
was actually a reference to Errol Flynn, the movie star of the 1930s, who was so dashing and daring it was perceived that no woman would ever turn him down. Dude had been so freaking hot that that expression still lived on, halfway around the world from Hollywood, and well into the twenty-first century.
And okay. It wasn’t as if all Izzy had to do was hold out his hand, and this woman would take it and lead him home to her place. He was going to have to work for it. But there was work and there was work, and this job wasn’t going to be difficult. Like most women, she just wanted a little effort on his part. She wanted him to make her laugh. She wanted a little substance along with the spark of attraction.
Which he was already delivering, as well as another drink. As he caught the bartender’s eye and motioned for another beer for himself and a glass of wine for the lady, he supposed that
in like Flynn
hadhung around so long because it rhymed. If the guy’s name had been Errol Floyd, he probably would have been forgotten.
As Cynthia accepted a refill of her wine with a smile, as she picked up the long-stemmed glass and took a sip, Izzy knew that it was weird that he should be thinking about the origin of an expression like
in like Flynn
, instead of inventorying the number of condoms he had on his person and imagining this woman’s long, graceful hands and elegant lips on his body instead of that wineglass.
None. He had exactly zero condoms on him.
Because, truth was, he’d come to this bar tonight with no intention of actually getting any. And he may have been in like Flynn with Cynthia-the-nurse, but he absolutely couldn’t imagine going back to her apartment and then having to talk to her afterward.
He could
She laughed at that, and her eyes sparkled. She really
was
quite pretty. But not even half as pretty as Eden, of course.
Fuck
.
“And how
are
your stitches?” she asked. “Wait, don’t tell me—you need me to check them for you. Privately, of course, because you’re bashful.”
“I am.” Izzy made himself flirt back. See, he could do this. “But alas, this time I have none for you to check. I was here because I donated a little too much blood to a teammate out in the field. I needed a major resupply of my own.”
She sat back in her seat. “Oh, my God,” she said, her flirtatiousness instantly gone, her eyes wide. “
You’re
the one …? I heard about you.”
“Uh-oh, that’s never good,” he said, going for the laugh and getting it.
“But it was in a good way,” she corrected him. “You saved your friend’s life. I was in awe when I heard what you did.”
“In awe, like, you couldn’t believe someone could be that stupid?” he asked.
She laughed again at his
stupid
, and agreed. “Stupid, but heroic. Even more so because you knew what you were doing. SEALs are a lotof things, but their stupidity usually doesn’t come from ignorance. So I’ll go with heroic. I’m glad I got to meet you.”
“And to think,” Izzy said, “you could have met me a few weeks ago. What a shame you didn’t kick down my door to give me a sponge bath when you had your chance.”
She laughed again. “Because Army nurses—unlike Navy SEALs—
always
get to choose their assignments.”
“Then it was bad luck that kept us apart,” Izzy said, sighing melodramatically.
“Bad luck and Major MacGregor,” Cynthia agreed as she laughed, adding, “But … good luck that we both came here tonight.”
“Sharing a drink,” Izzy mused, holding out one hand, then putting out his other, as if weighing the options. “Being given a sponge bath …” He shook his head. “Sorry, not quite the same thing.”
Cynthia’s eyes sparkled again as she mimicked him with her hands. “In the hospital, on duty,” she said as she held out one, then added for the other, “In a bar, with the whole night free …”
He was in like Flynn.
And weird that he should think that.
In like Flynn
was actually a reference to Errol Flynn, the movie star of the 1930s, who was so dashing and daring it was perceived that no woman would ever turn him down. Dude had been so freaking hot that that expression still lived on, halfway around the world from Hollywood, and well into the twenty-first century.
And okay. It wasn’t as if all Izzy had to do was hold out his hand, and this woman would take it and lead him home to her place. He was going to have to work for it. But there was work and there was work, and this job wasn’t going to be difficult. Like most women, she just wanted a little effort on his part. She wanted him to make her laugh. She wanted a little substance along with the spark of attraction.
Which he was already delivering, as well as another drink. As he caught the bartender’s eye and motioned for another beer for himself and a glass of wine for the lady, he supposed that
in like Flynn
hadhung around so long because it rhymed. If the guy’s name had been Errol Floyd, he probably would have been forgotten.
As Cynthia accepted a refill of her wine with a smile, as she picked up the long-stemmed glass and took a sip, Izzy knew that it was weird that he should be thinking about the origin of an expression like
in like Flynn
, instead of inventorying the number of condoms he had on his person and imagining this woman’s long, graceful hands and elegant lips on his body instead of that wineglass.
None. He had exactly zero condoms on him.
Because, truth was, he’d come to this bar tonight with no intention of actually getting any. And he may have been in like Flynn with Cynthia-the-nurse, but he absolutely couldn’t imagine going back to her apartment and then having to talk to her afterward.
He could
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