Page 18 of Accepting Fate
Harper goes quiet and for a moment turns serious, “Shit Lolo, I’m sorry. That sounds awful. Laura told me about what happened with them, and I can’t even imagine.”
Harper isn’t an emotional girl, but sometimes you run across heartbreaking patients and that will get even the toughest people.
I don’t respond because I know she’s about to ask about Grayson.
“So, Laura did say something about a giant man who brought them in that couldn’t keep his eyes off you. She kept saying over and over how hot he was.”
Rolling my eyes, “He was not staring at me the entire time. I was next to the little girl and the room was hectic, so he was probably staring at her.”
Part of me wants to believe it’s true because no matter how much I try I can’t deny there was an obvious instant attraction between us.
“That’s not what Laura said but whatever you say. Did you get his number?”
“What the fuck, Harper?! No!” I yell.
“Why not? He’s hot and you could use a man like that to scratch the itch. You’ve been a little intense and cagy lately. Clearly you need a man like that to rock your world a little.”
This girl is absolutely out of her mind if she thinks in any world I go after a man like that to just “scratch an itch”.
"You’re delusional if you think that would ever happen.I've been intense because all I fucking do is work because people keep fucking quitting or coming into the hospital and dying. You don’t even know what Grayson looks like; he could be a troll. Why are you being so pushy, H?”
“Take a breath, Lolo. I know work is stressful and that’s exactly why you need someone to give you what your body needs. Everyone needs some sort of sexual stimuli every once in a while. Also judging by the fact that you haven’t denied he’s gorgeous clears things up that he is hot.”
Why the hell is this girl my best friend? Sometimes she is so off the walls I can’t even keep up.
Stepping out of the shower feeling refreshed, I grab my phone and make my way to the counter to start getting ready.
I’m getting the tattoo on my foot, so my outfit choices are pretty simple.
“H. He was hot. I spoke to him briefly to get some information about my patients. You have known me for a while at this point. How many times have I gotten a random guy's number and hooked up with him?”
I hear her sigh on the phone. “Never but things could change.”
“Not likely. But hey, I have to go so I can get this tattoo done. Thank you for calling to check on me.”
“Okay. Send me a picture when it’s done. Love you, Lolo.”
“Love you too, H.”
I get ready in jeans and a long sleeve Mt. Rainier Medical Center shirt and slip on a pair of sneakers that I can easily take off.
Harper is right. It has been a long time since I’ve gotten any. My fix typically comes from guys that were more like friends.
Back in nursing school, it was one of the guys in my program. We weren’t close but we knew nursing school didn’t have time for relationships. Add in the fact that we did shadowing at the clinic on campus and treated so many of the students for STDs, we knew each other were the safest bet.
That same theme continued when I moved here.I met one of the nurses from the med surg floor in the cafeteria one day and we became friends. Things blossomed from there but sadly, he moved to Hawaii a few months ago and I haven’t bothered to find another.
Grayson’s tall body comes to mind. I wonder what it would feel like to be under that man. If his body looked that great with clothes on, what would his body look like naked? The thought alone makes my knees weak.
Maybe Harper is right, I do need to get laid. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about a man I know nothing about other than his name and that he rescued two innocent people.
I run down the stairs, grab my wallet off the counter, stop at the door to grab a sweater off the hook, and head out to my Jeep.
The drive to The Needle doesn’t take me very long. I park next to a huge black truck and walk down the block to the ATM outside of the small convenience store to pull out some cash.
I love that everything is within walking distance of each other here.
When I walk into The Needle, I’m immediately impressed. The shop is one big open concept with wood floors and intricate artwork covering the walls. I catch a glimpse of an artist working on a man in the back corner of the shop and feel an odd sense of familiarity.