glad I ran into you today,” Thad said. “About when we met...”
Closing the text, she tucked her phone away and pushed off the wall. “Irritability is a symptom of the snake flu, you know.” She started walking down the hall.
“Snake flu?” He fell into step beside her.
“Swine, bird. Snake. It’s the latest strand. Haven’t you heard? It’s been in the news.”
“No.”
“Aside from irritability, infected victims get a low-grade fever that they don’t always notice, and that develops into a body rash and blisters. Vomiting. Dehydration. And then blood vessels weaken and rupture. Eventually, you bleed internally and die.”
“Sounds pleasant.”
“I treated a patient who had it. The poor man was so sick. Barking orders at everyone the whole time. He was the first fatality in North Carolina.”
“You’re joking.”
She sent him a straight face that flattened his near-grin.
Before he could question her further, they reached his mother’s room. Two Secret Service agents were posted outside the door. Not everyone was the son of a former United States vice president.
The agent closest to them gave them a nod and stepped aside so they could enter.
“I didn’t know it was your father who operated on my mother,” Thad said as they entered the room, the door swinging shut behind them.
Before tending to Kate, Lucy turned to Thad. “You think I’m kidding about the flu?”
“I don’t know what to think about something called snake flu. I’m trying to apologize.”
Seeing his humble face, with smart, sexy eyes looking right at her, a sense of humor lurking somewhere in there, she resisted the softening coming over her. “Why does it matter who my father is? Would knowing that have changed your attitude?”
His gaze traveled down her body and back up, as though he was trying to gauge her attitude. “I was worried about my mother. I’m sorry for the way I behaved.”
She folded her arms, tolerating him and trying hard not to be affected by his handsomeness and the macho part of his ego that he’d tamed in order to apologize.
“I read about him,” he continued. “Your dad. He’s a good doctor. Well respected. No wonder you’re such a good nurse.”
“I’m a good nurse because of who my father is?”
He missed her rising temper. “He must have been a great role model. Is he the reason you’re here?”
She scoffed. “Yes. Yes, that’s it exactly. I’m a good nurse because I’m Dr. Sinclair’s daughter. There’s no other reason for it. How would I have gotten this job if it weren’t for my father?”
He eyed her peculiarly. “I’m detecting a note of sarcasm.”
“If you like my dad so much, why don’t you go and tell him yourself?” With that, she turned and saw Kate Winston watching them.
She had been moved from the intensive care unit yesterday and would be held in recovery for a few more days, possibly a week. She was lucky to be recovering from a gunshot wound to her abdomen. She was still weak, but alert and observant. Lucy would rather she didn’t observe her with Thad.
“You aren’t close to your father?” Thad asked.
“I’m very close to my father.” She checked her vitals and IV fluids. The oversized blue hospital gown didn’t suit such a dynamo. She had short brown hair with a hint of graying at the temples, wasn’t tall at five-five and had a petite frame. It was a miracle the bullet hadn’t killed her.
“How are you feeling today, Ms. Winston?” Lucy asked.
Her clever, light sapphire eyes turned from her son, who’d moved to the other side of the bed. “Better than I was the day I was rolled in here. Call me Kate.”
Lucy had to look at Kate again to make sure she’d heard right. The potential presidential candidate was asking her to call her by her first name?
“Lucy is a fine nurse, Thad. That has nothing to do with who her father is, although I believe I do owe him my life.” She struggled to sit up more. Lucy helped her.
“I didn’t mean to imply—” Thad started.
“Do you need anything?” Lucy asked Kate, going to the clipboard on the built-in desk to jot down some notes.
“Yes. I need my son to find a girl like you.”
Lucy turned in her surprise. “You must be feeling better,” she quipped. “I don’t think your son can handle a woman like me.”
Thad’s brow rose as they spoke as though he weren’t there.
“Au contraire, my dear. He needs someone who isn’t afraid to call him to task when he’s being politically incorrect.”
What if she was the one who was incorrect? She glanced at him standing there so comfortable in his skin while enduring what she and his mother were saying.
She did get defensive when people implied that bragging rights belonged to her father when it came to her abilities. It was the only complaint she had about her father—her whole family for that matter.
“Most women are all too eager for a chance to marry Kate Winston’s son. Little do they know he’s altar-shy.”
“Mother...”
Kate laughed softly and then coughed with a wince.
Thad went to her side and held her hand. “Take it easy. Don’t try to talk too much.”
Lucy watched the care he had for his mother. Altar-shy, huh? Too bad. She studied his strong hands and from there his arms and face, profiled with chiseled features. Nose. Jaw. Eyes. Everything about him was sexy. But he wasn’t what she was looking for.
Why was she even considering that? Flustered over her reaction, she put down the clipboard. “Press the button if you need me. I’m here until three today.”
“Thank you, Lucy,” Kate said. “Don’t give up on Thad, okay?”
Give up on Thad? She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Kate’s wily smile. Even in her weakened state she was shrewd and perceptive. How had she picked up on the undercurrents between her and Thad? They were subtle, especially to Lucy. Sure, he was great to look at, but not a dating option.
He stood by the bed, watching her. Or was he waiting for a reply to Kate’s comment?
This was too much. Leaving the room, she heard footsteps hurrying to catch up to her.
“Lucy.”
Lucy kept walking and he caught
