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What in the hell was that?
I pulled a clean t-shirt on and tried to figure out what the hell was happening.
Was Roc that bored that he now decided to start flirting with me? I’m sure when he said we would take a bath, he didn’t mean it that way until I got all awkward about it. After all, I would be in there when he took a bath. Though, I wasn’t sure how much of a bath it was going to be. I was worried about giving him a bath before, but now that he had made a little flirty remark to me, I was even more nervous.
Pull it together, Mave. You’re a forty-one year old doctor. This man should not be making you blush.
But he was making me blush.
Roc Krinston was handsome. Hands down, there was no way I could deny it. Even before I had agreed to be his nurse, I felt an attraction to the man. It was purely physical, but it was still very much there. I figured being around his grumpy ass would help squash those feelings, but so far, that hadn’t happened. At all.
Simply seeing the man shirtless made me forget everything except wondering what his skin would feel like under my touch.
I ran a brush through my hair and tossed it up into a messy bun on top of my head. I swiped on some eyeshadow and eyeliner and called it good. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and I figure being at the garage didn’t really warrant a full face of makeup. I was, for sure, also not trying to impress Roc.
“Doc! Let’s get a move on!” Roc called up the stairs.
I rolled my eyes and shoved my feet into a pair of Toms. He’s an ass, Mave. Remember that when he takes his shirt off.
“Coming, your royal pain in the ass,” I mumbled loudly.
“Heard that,” he growled.
I smiled and grabbed my purse off the bed. “Good,” I called.
He mumbled under his breath but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I jogged down the steps and saw Roc was waiting by the front door.
“You look good. Let’s go.” He opened the door and waited for me to grab the handles of the chair.
“Reel it in there, Casanova. I’m not sure I can handle compliments from you. You’ll make me bipolar wanting to kill you and then like you.”
I tipped the chair back to get it over the ledge of the door and wheeled him out of the house.
“I’ll take it from here, Doc.” Roc wheeled himself over to the SUV while I locked the door.
He had taken a liking to wheel himself around the house and anywhere he could get to on his own. I was always there if he needed me, but I wanted to give him as much independence as I could.
“Slow it down there, speed racer. You’re gonna roll down the driveway and then I’m going to have to chase you down.”
He squealed to a stop in front of the truck and left a streak of black on the driveway. “Gotta make up time, Doc. Took too long to get you out of the house.”
I opened the door and manhandled him into the truck with minimal effort.
At least, I thought it was minimal effort ‘til I saw Roc’s face was pale and he gripped the seat.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Bumped my leg,” he said, through gritted teeth.
Shit. That was my fault. I was trying to get him in the truck without thinking about touching and I must have bumped him without knowing.
“Let me run in and get your pills. We should have had you take one this morning.” I was so occupied ignoring Roc about going to the shop that I hadn’t done my job.
Roc nodded and didn’t complain that we were going to be even later to get to the garage.
I jogged back into the house and knew that Roc really must have been hurting if he didn’t argue with me.
This was not a good start to the day.
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