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It 's just lunch at a burger joint for crying out loud. Broad daylight. What was he so worried about? Jessie was every bit as intimidating as a church mouse. Plus she thought he was gay. Wouldn't hurt to just let her think that for the time being. Unless she asked directly, he wouldn't lie.
Lucian washed his face and headed out of the men 's room at a far more normal pace. Once in the corridor, whispers and female giggling came from somewhere further down behind him. He turned around and peered down the narrow passage, spying a single door at the end on the left. A locker room? A kitchen?
Suspicion slowly pulled him toward what sounded like some kind of intimate play. Fifteen steps later, he looked into a sort of kitchenette and locker room combination, with a couple of vinyl couches in the middle. In the far corner he spotted that prick from earlier crowding a scrubs-clad female up against the back of a row of lockers. Jessie?
Lucian ignored the twist in his stomach, not wanting to even contemplate why that should bother him. Finally, the punk moved a little to reveal short blonde hair. Lucian sighed with relief only for several shades of anger to follow. Then relief again.
He turned and walked out, realizing he 'd gone from being jealous to relieved, to furious in her behalf, then thrilled. If she knew what her boyfriend was up to, wouldn't that be a deal breaker? Exactly perfect in his mind because Jessie was far too good for the jerk. And beautiful.
Chapter Eight
Somehow Jessie made it through her rounds without killing a patient. Thankfully she wasn't administering pain medication or anything that required strict focus. She had Lucian on the brain since he'd walked out of his brother's room. Lucian's voice, Lucian's lips, Lucian's eyes.
Lucian 's lips.
God, those lips. They made you want to do things. Naughty things. And she was having lunch with him. Could she pull it off without making a fool of herself? Why did she have to be so stupid around guys? Especially cute ones. It never failed, she'd go all chatterbox and like a popsicle in the sun, their interest melted away, right before her eyes. She could always tell when she'd reached the dreadful moment where they gave her an exit line, all which amounted to, I really need to go and never speak to you again. Her boobs lured them in, her mouth drove them out.
She came to a mental abrupt halt. Dammit! He was gay!
Her lovely, he's so into me balloon lost all its hot air, the sad little whiny sound shriveling up her ego. How could she forget that? To heck with it. Gay or not, it was nice to have lunch plans with a cute guy who seemed to see past her bra size.
In the lounge, she took a second to put on a little lip gloss and smooth her hair back into the restraining braid. The stuff had a life of its own and never failed to crawl out of whatever binding she put it in to form little waves around her face that she constantly had to tuck behind her ear. Todd pointed out that her ears were too large, so she had to try to find a way to hide them at the same time. She decided she was as presentable as she could get in her blue scrubs, and headed to the main entrance.
Lucian waited with his back against the wall near the door.
Jessie's heart thudded to a standstill.
His head was lowered like he was deep in thought. Doggone if he didn 't look just like one of those guys on the cover of a magazine.
And she was about to have lunch with him.
Lucian turned like he'd sensed her hungry stare. The full impact of his appearance hit her. Worn jeans rode low on narrow hips and clung to heavily muscled thighs. A black bomber jacket shrouded broad shoulders and hung open to frame a tightly stretched T-shirt covering a ripped chest and flat abs. But the real heart stopper was that tattoo she saw peeking above the neckline of his shirt. She was dying to know what it was. More like dying to see it without the obstruction of his darn shirt.
Jessie gulped when the
It 's just lunch at a burger joint for crying out loud. Broad daylight. What was he so worried about? Jessie was every bit as intimidating as a church mouse. Plus she thought he was gay. Wouldn't hurt to just let her think that for the time being. Unless she asked directly, he wouldn't lie.
Lucian washed his face and headed out of the men 's room at a far more normal pace. Once in the corridor, whispers and female giggling came from somewhere further down behind him. He turned around and peered down the narrow passage, spying a single door at the end on the left. A locker room? A kitchen?
Suspicion slowly pulled him toward what sounded like some kind of intimate play. Fifteen steps later, he looked into a sort of kitchenette and locker room combination, with a couple of vinyl couches in the middle. In the far corner he spotted that prick from earlier crowding a scrubs-clad female up against the back of a row of lockers. Jessie?
Lucian ignored the twist in his stomach, not wanting to even contemplate why that should bother him. Finally, the punk moved a little to reveal short blonde hair. Lucian sighed with relief only for several shades of anger to follow. Then relief again.
He turned and walked out, realizing he 'd gone from being jealous to relieved, to furious in her behalf, then thrilled. If she knew what her boyfriend was up to, wouldn't that be a deal breaker? Exactly perfect in his mind because Jessie was far too good for the jerk. And beautiful.
Chapter Eight
Somehow Jessie made it through her rounds without killing a patient. Thankfully she wasn't administering pain medication or anything that required strict focus. She had Lucian on the brain since he'd walked out of his brother's room. Lucian's voice, Lucian's lips, Lucian's eyes.
Lucian 's lips.
God, those lips. They made you want to do things. Naughty things. And she was having lunch with him. Could she pull it off without making a fool of herself? Why did she have to be so stupid around guys? Especially cute ones. It never failed, she'd go all chatterbox and like a popsicle in the sun, their interest melted away, right before her eyes. She could always tell when she'd reached the dreadful moment where they gave her an exit line, all which amounted to, I really need to go and never speak to you again. Her boobs lured them in, her mouth drove them out.
She came to a mental abrupt halt. Dammit! He was gay!
Her lovely, he's so into me balloon lost all its hot air, the sad little whiny sound shriveling up her ego. How could she forget that? To heck with it. Gay or not, it was nice to have lunch plans with a cute guy who seemed to see past her bra size.
In the lounge, she took a second to put on a little lip gloss and smooth her hair back into the restraining braid. The stuff had a life of its own and never failed to crawl out of whatever binding she put it in to form little waves around her face that she constantly had to tuck behind her ear. Todd pointed out that her ears were too large, so she had to try to find a way to hide them at the same time. She decided she was as presentable as she could get in her blue scrubs, and headed to the main entrance.
Lucian waited with his back against the wall near the door.
Jessie's heart thudded to a standstill.
His head was lowered like he was deep in thought. Doggone if he didn 't look just like one of those guys on the cover of a magazine.
And she was about to have lunch with him.
Lucian turned like he'd sensed her hungry stare. The full impact of his appearance hit her. Worn jeans rode low on narrow hips and clung to heavily muscled thighs. A black bomber jacket shrouded broad shoulders and hung open to frame a tightly stretched T-shirt covering a ripped chest and flat abs. But the real heart stopper was that tattoo she saw peeking above the neckline of his shirt. She was dying to know what it was. More like dying to see it without the obstruction of his darn shirt.
Jessie gulped when the
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