Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

The nurse stopped walking and stared at me. Then she grinned. “You’re kiddin’, right?”

Cue Corina’s laughter again.

With a long, frustrated groan, I shook my head. “I can’t get it with tweezers, and Corina here pushed it in even more.”

Bobby Jo’s eyes bounced between me and Corina. There was no doubt in my mind she was waiting for one of us to say we were kidding. Finally, she walked back around the desk. “Well, let’s get you to fill out some paperwork.”

I leaned in closer. “Bobby Jo, is that necessary?”

She gave me a hard look. “It is, Mitchell Parker. If you want to be seen, you’ve got to fill out the paperwork.”

Corina bumped my arm. “You need me to do it? You know, with the pain and all?”

I shot her a go-to-hell look. “I’ve got it. Thanks.”

Ten minutes later I was sitting in the small nurse’s station getting my blood pressure and temperature taken. When Bobby Jo held up the name bracelet and asked me if I was Mitchell Parker, I thought for sure Corina was going to pass out from lack of oxygen while she was doubled over laughing.

“Does she really need to be in here?” I asked.

Bobby Jo looked at Corina and smiled. “Yes, I think it’s best.”

I endured five more minutes of endless questions that had nothing to do with my foot or the glass.

“Okay! Let’s get you into a room,” Bobby Jo said. “Do you need a wheelchair?”

“I think I can walk fine, thank you.”

Once Bobby Jo put us in the room, I pointed to Corina. “Payback is a bitch, my friend.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but at the exact moment a doctor walked in—who looked like he was Amelia’s age.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Hackerman. So, you’ve got a piece of glass stuck in your foot?”

I nodded. He put on a pair of gloves and took a look. “Bobby Jo, let’s get an X-ray.”

“Wait. What?” I asked.

“Don’t know how big it is. We need to get a look.”

Corina turned her back, but I saw her shoulders bouncing in a rhythmic motion.

“Dr. Lackerman—”

“HACkerman. Dr. Hackerman, is my name.”

“To be frank, that’s sort of a scary name for a doctor.” I laughed, but no one else did. No one but the little blonde traitor sitting in the corner, wiping tears away. “Um, is an X-ray really needed?”

In that moment I realized I wasn’t going to win. When they brought the wheelchair in to cart me over to the X-ray machine, I reluctantly got in it.

“Wait! Mitchell, smile through the pain!”

Glancing up, I frowned as Corina snapped a few photos of Bobby Jo taking me to X-ray in the wheelchair.

“I’ll make sure they’re ready for you, Mitchell,” Bobby Jo said as she vanished on the other side of the door that read X-ray.

“If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I will arrest you, Corina!”

Corina pouted. “Oh, come on. You have to admit it’s funny.”

“It’s not funny!”

She took another picture of me. “It really is.”

“Whatever feelings I once had for you…they’re gone! Vanished.”

Her smile slowly faded as she bent down and placed her hands on the arms of the wheelchair. My heart began to beat faster, which made my foot throb more, but having her lips so close to mine kept my mind off the pain.

“That’s a shame, Mitchell. I was hoping to share your bed tonight.”

I swallowed hard. “You were?”

Her lips brushed lightly over mine as she spoke softly. “I wasn’t. I thought it might take your mind away from the pain.”

The door handle moved, and Corina stepped back. Slowly shaking my head, I stared at her with a hard look. That was twice today she had my cock jumping in my pants.

Bobby Jo interrupted my thoughts. “Ready, Mitchell?”

I pointed to Corina. “Payback! Oh, it’s coming!”

With a wiggle of her fingers, she waved to me as I was taken into the X-ray room.

“Payback, Corina Miller! And stop taking pictures!”

“I like your socks. They’re sexy.”

Mitchell glanced at the hospital socks. “You laugh, but I actually like these. I think I’m going to keep them.”

A small giggle slipped out as I parked my car next to Mitchell’s truck.

Mitchell pushed open the car door and got out. “I’m going to owe Lilly because she stayed with Chloe.”

“At least we weren’t there for more than an hour.”

Mitchell groaned and started up the stairs to his place.

“Good thing you’ve got those anti-slip socks on. So you don’t get a splinter in your other foot and land us back in the ER.” I needed every ounce of my willpower to say that with a straight face.

He didn’t say a word as we climbed the steps and saw Lilly sleeping on the sofa. Chloe was still passed out on the love seat.

Mitchell gently tapped Lilly’s shoulder. “Hey, we’re back.”

Sitting up, she asked, “How big was the glass?”