A Nurse to Tame the ER Doc

“Right. The concerts were great. I really appreciate you keeping me from going alone. Now, tell me about where you’ll be headed for your next music festival.”

Yes, she was changing the subject. To his credit, he let her.

“I don’t have another until after my gig is up here in Warrenville. Then I’m off to Daytona for a country music weekend event.”

“Country music?”

“Yep.” He glanced around the bar where they were and stage-whispered, “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re knee deep in country in this place.”

She had noticed the handful of couples out on the dance floor and the twangy music playing in the background.

“I didn’t know you liked country.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He grinned. “Yet.”

“There’s a lot I do know about you,” she mimicked in a low voice. When she looked up, Amy had given up all pretense of conversation with the woman next to her and was watching them like a proud mother hen.

Straightening her napkin and ignoring Amy, Taylor asked, “So, which is your favorite? Country or rock?”

“I like and listen to both. Not sure I like one genre better than the other. Certain artists stand out more than others from both genres, but I really don’t lean more one way than the other overall. What about you?”

“We’ve established that I’m not a big music buff.”

“I thought we’d resolved that at Rockin’ Tyme. You seemed to get into the swing of things.” He grinned. “Literally.”

She laughed. “Some random guy grabbing me and tossing me about a bit doesn’t count as me getting into the swing of things.”

Amy pounced. “I didn’t hear about this random guy. Tell me more.”

Taylor shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. Jack and I were dancing and a fellow Rockin’ Tymer wanted a turn.”

“You danced?” Amy’s eyes sparkled.

Feeling quite proud of herself, Taylor nodded. “I told you that I know how to have a good time. Why won’t you believe me?”

Although she looked impressed, Amy shot back, “I keep waiting for you to show me.”

“That’s my cue if ever I’ve heard one.” Jack pushed his chair back, stood, and put his hand out to Taylor. “Dance with me and show this skeptical lady what I already know.”

Feeling pretty skeptical herself, Taylor arched a brow. “What’s that?”

“That you know how to have a very good time.”

CHAPTER TEN

TAYLOR STARED AT Jack’s hand as if he were the Grim Reaper come to lead her down a dastardly path.

It wasn’t a look Jack enjoyed seeing on her pretty face, but they needed to get away from the table and Amy’s listening ears for a few. The dance floor offered that reprieve.

Rather than decline, she reluctantly put her hand in his, shot a glare toward Amy, who laughed, then let him guide her to the dance floor.

“You know the waitress is going to take orders while we’re here, right?” she pointed out while following him to the far corner of the dance area. The other dancing couples didn’t offer much shield from their co-workers’ eyes, but at least their conversation couldn’t be overheard.

“She’ll come back,” he said. “May I?”

“I think it’s a given that you’re going to since we’re here to dance.” She eyed him curiously. “Do you think this is a good idea with everyone watching?”

He wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands rest at her waist. At first she stood awkwardly against him, then sighed and put her arms around his neck.