A Nurse to Tame the ER Doc

In spite of having her evening plans completely changed, Taylor’s lips twitched with a smile. “I thought it was if one cooks, the other one cleans.”

“Is that how we used to do things?” Amy sounded amused. “Get to tossing that flour, then, cause we’re almost there and if I’m busy cleaning the kitchen, that leaves you alone with Jack, right?”

Taylor sighed. How was she going to convince her friend to quit with the matchmaking?

Why was Jack going along with her anyway? Or did he realize that’s what Amy was doing? Maybe he thought she just wanted to talk about Greg?

Maybe that did push Amy to keep trying. After all, wouldn’t it be cool for two best friends to be dating two best friends?

But it wasn’t going to happen. Not for her and Jack.

Taylor was making a new life for herself and that new life didn’t include a relationship.

Especially not one with a man who was a doctor who she already knew wouldn’t be sticking around long.

* * *

“This is really good,” Jack praised, not surprised that Taylor was a good cook, and not because of Amy’s glowing reviews. Long before that he had been sure Taylor could do anything she set her mind to do.

“Thank you.”

Looking back and forth between them, Amy gave a big grin and asked, “So, Jack, who was your favorite act at Rockin’ Tyme this year?”

Jack named the band that had been playing when Taylor had kissed him.

Although she’d been smiling and participating in the conversation, Taylor stared at her dinner plate as if she thought it might engulf the rest of her food.

“Although...” he named a band they’d danced and partied to “...gave a really good show, too.”

Amy had grilled him multiple times at the ER about the festival, so her questions had to all stem around the fact that Taylor sat across from him.

If he moved his leg, no doubt it would brush up against hers.

He didn’t move. It wasn’t his place to purposely touch her if she didn’t welcome his touch. But hell if he was just going to be complacent that she hadn’t forgiven him for his stupid, careless words to Duffy.

“I’m still sad I missed it,” Amy whined, her gaze going back and forth between Jack and Taylor.

“There’s always next year. What about you, Taylor?” he asked, determined to pull her into the conversation. “You signing on for Rockin’ Tyme next summer?”

Eyes wide, she shook her head. “Doubtful. I’ll be busy.”

Amy frowned. “Doing what?”

Taylor shrugged. “One never knows what life is going to throw at her. I mean, you had planned to go this year and that didn’t happen.”

“But you plan to sign up, right?”

Deciding to rescue Taylor from Amy’s probing, Jack asked, “How is your grandmother, Amy? Still recovering nicely from her fall?”

Amy nodded. “According to my mother, yes. According to Granny, no. I’m planning to see for myse

lf weekend after next.”

Seeming surprised, Taylor’s gaze lifted. “You’re going out of town the weekend after this one?”

“Sorry. I just decided for definite earlier today. No worries. Jack will give you a good intro to Warrenville and keep you company. Won’t you, Jack?”

Jack wanted to show Taylor Warrenville, but he didn’t want to force his presence on her.