Free A Hunka Hunka Nursing Love (Women's Fiction) by Kathryn Maeglin

to place her. “Have we met?”
    “Yes, call me Valerie. Come on in.” Never in her life had she been sorrier she hadn’t put on some makeup. “You probably don’t remember me, but I met you at Mercy Hospital back in January. My mother was there with a sprained ankle.”
    “Oh.” He nodded as he closed the door behind him. “I thought you looked familiar.”
    And he looked scrumptious. His hazelnut hair was more sun-kissed than it had been in January. If only she could have washed her own hair! “So you’re my visiting nurse?”
    “And your physical therapist.” He shifted a large canvas briefcase from his right shoulder to his left.
    “Oh, yes, that’s right! We certainly were lucky to find you.” And wouldn’t it be nice to get lucky with you? Keep it professional, Valerie .
    “Actually, I just got my PT degree in May.”
    “Ah, I see. Well, I’ve got all my office communications set up in my ‘sick room,’ so we should probably work in there.”
    “Wherever you’re comfortable.”
    She tottered back to her room, and he helped her get re-situated on the bed. As he placed his bag on the chair in the corner, she admired the way his white Triple-H polo shirt complemented his tan. But the cologne he wore was too heavy for her taste. Maybe she should tell him some of the clients were allergic.
    He removed a laptop computer from the bag and asked if he could put it on the dresser.
    “Sure.” Polite to a fault. She liked it, not to mention the way his khaki pants fit him. Enough with the lewd thoughts! On the other hand, after what she’d been through the past few days, didn’t she deserve a visual treat from her own candy jar? “How long have you been with Triple-H?”
    “Today’s my first day.” He took a thermometer out of his bag.
    “Seriously? Oh, wow. As if the stress of a new job wasn’t enough, you got stuck with the owner of the company as your first patient.”
    A tranquil smile curved his lips as he put the thermometer in her mouth. “That thought did cross my mind.”
    He took more equipment out of his bag until the thermometer beeped. He removed it from her mouth. “Looks like I haven’t killed you yet.” Another smile, broader. Charming! “Let’s check the circulation in your leg next.”
    When was the last time she’d shaved? Oh, well. Too late now.
    He bent over and inspected the front of her foot. “Can you wiggle your toes for me? Good. Everything feel normal?”
    “Well, except for the two big splints on my leg, yes.”
    “Focus on the bright side. If you were up shit crick without a paddle, those splints would come in quite handy.”
    Did she hear him right?
    He waited just long enough before grinning.
    A puff of laughter escaped from her mouth. She took no offense. On the contrary, she admired the guts it took to make a sassy comment like that. But how would the elderly clients react?
    As if reading her thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t use any profanity in front of the older ladies.”
    “That’s probably wise. And thanks for not lumping me in with ‘the older ladies.’”
    Now he laughed. “Why would I do that?”
    He sounded so sincere, she wanted to give him a big fat bonus. “You’re definitely scoring points.”
    He crossed his arms and his expression sobered. “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to suck up. That’s definitely not my style.”
    Okay, it was high time this guy said something she didn’t like, not to mention the way his use of the word “suck” made her genitals pulsate. “Oh, I didn’t think that. It’s just that, well . . .” She chuckled self-consciously. “I’m only about five years from qualifying for AARP.”
    “So you’re in your mid-forties? That hardly makes you elderly. One of the nurses at the hospital turned fifty this year, and she said fifty is the new thirty.”
    “So I’ve heard. But how many thirty-year-old women would fall off a roof and break their leg?”
    “How many forty-five-year-old