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that,” I tell him seriously. His eyes widen a little as he nods. “You’re all stitched up and I’ll get you to radiology in a moment for that scan. Assuming it is negative – meaning there is no brain injury – I’ll have the care instructions for the suture site and your prescription from the doctor, but your testicles should definitely be looked at before you leave.”
    Again, I hear Cole choke and Ryder just nods solemnly. I place the rails up on the bed, open the door and signal to a couple of transports to take him to radiology. “When you return from x-ray, if you’d like Cole to step outside, you can go ahead and remove your pants.” I bite my lip slightly when I say this and his eyes immediately go to my mouth and then shoot back up to my eyes. I grin suggestively, just a little. The guys appear to whisk him away to radiology.
    “I’ll see when you get back…” I lean close to his ear and whisper, “and promise to provide a very close inspection.” I wink at him and without another word, walk out of the room as he’s taken away.
    Cole follows me out, eyes wide and with obvious words on his lips. He starts and then stops to say something a couple times so I hold my hand up to my mouth silently telling him to be quiet. I nearly collapse, acutely aware of the effort being required to hold my laughter.
    “I’ll be right back,” I murmur, “Wait here.”
    Walking away to get someone to help me with my plan, I return shortly with a companion.
    When Cole gets an eye full, his eyes become even wider and he covers his mouth, bending over at the waist to try to control his laughing. Quietly, I introduce them. “Cole, this is Nurse Hector. He’s going to take a look at Ryder’s testicles as requested when he returns. If you want to wait here, it won’t take long, and then, as long as he’s cleared by radiology, you can assist Ryder to his car. I’m assuming you’re his ride?”
    “Tessa, marry me. You are the greatest girl I’ve ever met.” Tears leak from the corner of his eyes and I grin.
    I shrug, “I can handle guys like Ryder.”
    I had already quickly filled Hector in on what’s transpiring. Ryder isn’t the first to try to pull something like this. Drunk guys have said and suggested all kinds of things; we’ve heard, and God knows, seen it all. This isn’t the first time we’ve pulled something like this ourselves. It shuts them up and puts them in their place pretty fast.
    Walking back inside Ryder’s room upon his return from radiology where he’s already been ruled brain injury free due to the slowness of activity this evening; I remain composed as I help him assume a sitting position on the gurney, his pants at his ankles. Expectations are clearly reflected on his face. Smiling, I lick my lips, “Looks like you’re ready to be checked out.”
    “Hell yes I am,” he says eagerly.
    “Good,” I reply and take a step toward him. “Hector!” I call and immediately Hector is through the door. He’s already got a glove on his hand and doesn’t miss a beat. He snaps the glove loudly, “I understand you need someone to look at your testicles. Tessa is off the clock now, so I am taking over from here.”
    Smiling, I catch Ryder’s open-mouthed surprise and shock. Hector is a dark haired, man with skin the color of caramel, a shaved head, a stern look on his face accented by a large semi-circle shaped scar that runs from the corner of his right eye to the outer right corner of his mouth, with hands the size of professional basketball players. He’s about six feet, three inches tall and if you didn’t know him, he’d easily scare the shit out of you if you met him in a dark parking lot. Ryder may be a fighter, but even he’s not stupid, which is clear considering the look on his face as he captures a look of Hector from head to toe.
    As long as I live I’ll never forget the look of pure surprise covering his face. Sitting there totally exposed, looking like a deer in