The man was lethal, after all, and part of being a responsible person was knowing when you couldn’t win a battle. Any type of skirmishes with Maverick were bound to go in his favor.
One thing she did love about being an ER nurse, though, was that she needed to be sharp, able to make decisions fast. Sometimes her decision would mean the difference between a patient living or dying. She also had to know when it was a true emergency and when it was somebody trying to take advantage of the system. She had to be confident.
There wasn’t time for her to be weak or afraid.
“Spill the beans, Lins. You’ve been rushing from one place to the other ever since you got here, and I want to know why that hunk of a man who was here yesterday was eyeing you like you were exclusively his,” Betty, the young blonde nurse said when Lindsey sat down to do some notes on her files.
Dang it. She’d been hoping the nosy nurse would be busy for a while, and she could slip in and out of the nurses’ station before she got cornered into talking about something she had no idea what to say to.
“He’s my best friend’s brother-in-law. That’s all. He broke his arm and needed a ride,” she said, trying to make her voice sound bored.
“You don’t think you’re really going to get away with that, do you?” Betty persisted.
“Really. That’s all he is.” She certainly wasn’t going to tell the hospital gossip that she’d slept with the man.
Maverick really was nothing to her. Yet each time she saw him, he was more appealing. It was truly a shame, actually. There were so many men out there who didn’t have a thing going for them, yet God had seen fit to give this man every desirable feature anyone could ever want.
His piercing green eyes, broad shoulders, and dark hair made her want to have a redo of their one night together. That was saying something after what she’d been through. Maverick was the definition of the ultimate man-candy, plus he was absolutely noncommittal in relationships, which meant a fling with him would not lead to a lot of headaches. She wasn’t interested in a fling, though. But the fact that he always seemed to be around made her wonder.
Despite her wanting her privacy, it was hard to resist him.
“Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything,” she said, but then her eyes lit up. “I’ll stop bugging you if you agree to go out with us tonight.”
“What?”
It had been so long since any of the staff had tried to get her to go out with them. She’d made excuses for so long that they’d eventually given up. It appeared that with Mav’s appearance yesterday, they were starting their efforts again.
“I don’t know,” she said, trying to figure a way to get out of it without seeming rude about it.
“Come on, Lins. You haven’t gone out with us in a long time. We all miss you,” Betty persisted.
The guilt was working. She really had hibernated for long enough. Maybe if she began some of her old routines again, she would get over the one man she knew better than to get involved with.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go out for a little while,” she conceded.
The way Betty’s face lit up made Lindsey feel bad that she had sort of abandoned all her friends. They had tried for so long to be there for her, but she had been determined to get through things her own way.
That way hadn’t been helping her, so maybe it really was time to try something new.
Betty got paged away and the rest of the day began to go by in a blur. As the afternoon began winding down, Lindsey even found herself looking forward to spending time with the girls.
It really did help that, as the staff found out she was going out with them, more girls joined in. It made her feel loved and comforted that no one had given up on her even if she had given up on herself.
What a fool she had been.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The music was blaring, the crowd in a near frenzy as they danced and drank and looked for a potential partner to take home for the night.
And Lindsey Helm was ready to go home—alone. Being out with the girls was nice and no one mentioned her absence or the attack or anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. However, she couldn’t change her outlook.
So much had changed for her in the past year. And even if she wanted to pretend she was still the same person, she wasn’t and never would be again. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that she was exhausted. A lack of sleep did mess with the brain and make it a lot harder to have a good time and truly let go.
Even though she was at the upscale club in Seattle with her coworkers, she still had a part of her that felt there was danger everywhere she looked. Lindsey knew exactly where every exit was located and she was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
It was nice to be out with her friends, but what she really wanted was to be in her pajamas with a bowl of ice cream while watching reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Cheesy? Yes. Fun? Definitely. There was just something about an immortal vampire that sent good feelings to all the right places, and Angel was one hell of a dark hero.
Shaking that thought away, she pushed her way to the bathroom, stood in line for a half hour, and then tried to make her way back through the nightclub. The noise and lights were beginning to give her a headache. She’d been out with the girls for two hours already. She could possibly get away from them without hurting anyone’s feelings.
She was disappointed that she didn’t have to work the next day. That would have given her a valid excuse. Maybe it would be better to just suffer through it this one time. The next time she came out, it would be easier and each time after that much easier. an was lethal, after all, and part of being a responsible person was knowing when you couldn’t win a battle. Any type of skirmishes with Maverick were bound to go in his favor.
One thing she did love about being an ER nurse, though, was that she needed to be sharp, able to make decisions fast. Sometimes her decision would mean the difference between a patient living or dying. She also had to know when it was a true emergency and when it was somebody trying to take advantage of the system. She had to be confident.
There wasn’t time for her to be weak or afraid.
“Spill the beans, Lins. You’ve been rushing from one place to the other ever since you got here, and I want to know why that hunk of a man who was here yesterday was eyeing you like you were exclusively his,” Betty, the young blonde nurse said when Lindsey sat down to do some notes on her files.
Dang it. She’d been hoping the nosy nurse would be busy for a while, and she could slip in and out of the nurses’ station before she got cornered into talking about something she had no idea what to say to.
“He’s my best friend’s brother-in-law. That’s all. He broke his arm and needed a ride,” she said, trying to make her voice sound bored.
“You don’t think you’re really going to get away with that, do you?” Betty persisted.
“Really. That’s all he is.” She certainly wasn’t going to tell the hospital gossip that she’d slept with the man.
Maverick really was nothing to her. Yet each time she saw him, he was more appealing. It was truly a shame, actually. There were so many men out there who didn’t have a thing going for them, yet God had seen fit to give this man every desirable feature anyone could ever want.
His piercing green eyes, broad shoulders, and dark hair made her want to have a redo of their one night together. That was saying something after what she’d been through. Maverick was the definition of the ultimate man-candy, plus he was absolutely noncommittal in relationships, which meant a fling with him would not lead to a lot of headaches. She wasn’t interested in a fling, though. But the fact that he always seemed to be around made her wonder.
Despite her wanting her privacy, it was hard to resist him.
“Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything,” she said, but then her eyes lit up. “I’ll stop bugging you if you agree to go out with us tonight.”
“What?”
It had been so long since any of the staff had tried to get her to go out with them. She’d made excuses for so long that they’d eventually given up. It appeared that with Mav’s appearance yesterday, they were starting their efforts again.
“I don’t know,” she said, trying to figure a way to get out of it without seeming rude about it.
“Come on, Lins. You haven’t gone out with us in a long time. We all miss you,” Betty persisted.
The guilt was working. She really had hibernated for long enough. Maybe if she began some of her old routines again, she would get over the one man she knew better than to get involved with.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go out for a little while,” she conceded.
The way Betty’s face lit up made Lindsey feel bad that she had sort of abandoned all her friends. They had tried for so long to be there for her, but she had been determined to get through things her own way.
That way hadn’t been helping her, so maybe it really was time to try something new.
Betty got paged away and the rest of the day began to go by in a blur. As the afternoon began winding down, Lindsey even found herself looking forward to spending time with the girls.
It really did help that, as the staff found out she was going out with them, more girls joined in. It made her feel loved and comforted that no one had given up on her even if she had given up on herself.
What a fool she had been.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The music was blaring, the crowd in a near frenzy as they danced and drank and looked for a potential partner to take home for the night.
And Lindsey Helm was ready to go home—alone. Being out with the girls was nice and no one mentioned her absence or the attack or anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. However, she couldn’t change her outlook.
So much had changed for her in the past year. And even if she wanted to pretend she was still the same person, she wasn’t and never would be again. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that she was exhausted. A lack of sleep did mess with the brain and make it a lot harder to have a good time and truly let go.
Even though she was at the upscale club in Seattle with her coworkers, she still had a part of her that felt there was danger everywhere she looked. Lindsey knew exactly where every exit was located and she was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
It was nice to be out with her friends, but what she really wanted was to be in her pajamas with a bowl of ice cream while watching reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Cheesy? Yes. Fun? Definitely. There was just something about an immortal vampire that sent good feelings to all the right places, and Angel was one hell of a dark hero.
Shaking that thought away, she pushed her way to the bathroom, stood in line for a half hour, and then tried to make her way back through the nightclub. The noise and lights were beginning to give her a headache. She’d been out with the girls for two hours already. She could possibly get away from them without hurting anyone’s feelings.
She was disappointed that she didn’t have to work the next day. That would have given her a valid excuse. Maybe it would be better to just suffer through it this one time. The next time she came out, it would be easier and each time after that much easier.