by Lily Harlem
“You seen Flash?” the coach asked.
“Yeah.” Rick smiled my way. “Are you looking for him?”
“Yes.”
“He’s in there,” Raven said gruffly and jerking his head at the locker room door.
“Okay. I’ll wait.” I folded my arms.
“You want me to go and get him?” Rick asked.
“I’m sure he’ll appear soon.” I glanced at my watch. “Hopefully.” If I could leave in the next thirty minutes, I’d be tucked up in bed by eleven. That would give me seven hours sleep before I had to start again.
“You sure you don’t want to join us upstairs in the bar?” the coach asked.
“I’m sure. Thanks, though.”
He shrugged. “Hopefully we’ll see you again.”
“Yes, and thank you for your help.” I couldn’t imagine I’d be standing in for Ben anytime soon. This was a big favor, but I knew he’d do the same for me.
As the coach and the two players headed up the stairs, my cell rang again.
“Ben?”
“Can you hear me this time?”
“Yes, much better. What did you do?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I’m standing at the top of a hill somewhere in Kruger National Park.”
“Well don’t get eaten by lions or anything stupid like that. I’m not taking over this hockey team for you, they don’t take their health very seriously.” There was a crackle on the line, so I stepped into Ben’s office once more. The crackle faded.
“Ah, they’re okay. They’re just tough.”
“That’s what they keep telling me.”
“What was the score?”
“I’m not sure, but The Vipers won.”
“Yes!”
“Must be nice having a job that’s also a hobby.”
“Yep, it’s sweet.” He paused. “So what are you doing now?”
“Waiting to check over Nathan Walker.”
“Why, what happened?”
“He got a bump to the head. I shouldn’t think it’s anything serious.”
“But you won’t sleep unless you check for retinal detachment, CSF leakage, and have given him a post head-trauma lecture.”
“You know me so well.” I picked up a framed photograph of Lisa, Ben’s wife. She had long dark hair, always wore red lipstick, which suited her, and in this picture she was standing on a beach in a pale yellow dress, smiling at the camera.
“You okay, Soph?”
“Yes, I’m just going to miss you this Christmas.”
He was quiet, then, “I know, I’m sorry, shitty timing, huh.”
“There was never going to be a good Christmas for you not to be here.” Since we’d lost our parents five years ago, Ben and I had always been together at holidays.
“Promise me you’ll take up Amanda and Richard on their offer to spend the day with them.”
“I might. But most likely I’ll work. Makes sense for the person who has no one to spend the big day with to be on the ward.”
“Aw, come on, Soph, the rest will do you good. And you worked Thanksgiving and every other holiday this year.”
“I’ll see. Listen, I should see if I can finish up here with Nathan Walker, then get myself home to bed.”
“Okay, but Nathan Walker…”
“What?”
“Watch him.” He laughed.
“What does that mean?”
“He’s got an eye for the ladies, and I’d bet you’re just his type.”
“That might be the case, but you know full well I’m not easily caught, and I’m—”
“Too busy for love, yeah, I know, so you keep telling me, but I’m starting to wonder if you’re just trying to convince yourself of that.”
I didn’t reply. Ben had a point. It was over a year since I last went on a date.
“Let your hair down,” he said. “Relax, have a few drinks and smile because you’re having fun not because you’ve healed someone.”
“Ben, stop.”
“I’m not being flippant, Soph, I want you to have what I have.”
“Not everyone is as lucky as you. You’ve found your soul mate.”
“Everyone has a soul mate out there.”
“And mine is Nathan Walker?” I laughed to lighten the mood.
“No,” he said quickly. “Yours isn’t Nathan ‘The Flash’ Walker, that’s what I’m saying.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry, hockey players are not on my radar.” Which wasn’t strictly true. At the age of thirty-four, I’d discovered today there was something sexy about the guys who shot around on the ice, shoulder barging each other and scoring points to the roar of a crowd.
The line made a hissing noise.
“What’s that? A snake?” I asked.
“No…losing signal. I should…go.”
“Okay, well, thanks for ringing, give my love to Lisa.”
“I’ll call again when I can, and don’t you dare work on Christmas Day or I’ll…” Ben’s voice faded, and the line went dead.
I sighed and slipped my cell into the back pocket of my jeans. I’d be glad when he was home. Even though we didn’t see each other as much as we’d like to because of our schedules, it was nice to know he was in the same country as me. Africa seemed so far away.
Peering into the corridor, I frowned. Had I missed Nathan leaving the locker room? My concentration hadn’t been where it should have been while I’d been chatting.
The area appeared deserted, the noisy chatter of earlier long gone. After reaching back into the office for my bag, I headed toward the locker room. I wasn’t hopeful of finding the game’s star player. Chances were I’d have to go up to the bar and find him. Dragging him away from his colleagues in the middle of celebrating wasn’t likely to be easy.
I swung the heavy door open a fraction and stilled. The scent of soap and cologne mixed with the tang of fresh male sweat filtered up my nose. All was silent. There wasn’t anyone left in there.
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. My chance of seven hours of sleep was rapidly slipping away.
Pushing the door open wider, I stepped in. I’d check the locker room was empty, otherwise I’d be doubling back on myself.
“Anyone in here?” I called.
No answer.
“Damn it.” I shook my head and wandered farther in.
The semi-lit room was smaller than I’d thought it would be. One wall was lined with oak lockers, two others had deep wooden benches beneath rows of hooks. A large shiny table stood in the middle of the room and was scattered with water bottles, gloves, and several hockey magazines. Not all of the overhead lights were on, and shadows spread over the floor.
An archway led to what I guessed was the shower area.
It appeared one shower was leaking, the water splashing intermittently onto the tiled floor.
I walked past the table, my soft shoes silent, toward the shower area. I’d turn the water off—I had a thing about wasting it.
With my hand on the side of the arch, I paused.
My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat.
Standing naked, beneath the spray of water was Nathan ‘The Flash’ Walker.
He held his face, eyes closed, to the showerhead and had had his hands in his hair as if scraping it back from his forehead. The water ran from his chin onto his neck, then down his chest and over the dark patch of hair sitting at his sternum. His wide shoulders sparkled from the spray bouncing off his golden flesh, as did the defined muscles in his abdomen.
I swallowed as a flood of adrenaline surged into my system. I’d seen many naked bodies in my line of work, but it wasn’t often I saw a perfect one.
And Nathan ‘The Flash’ Walker was one hundred percent perfect.
His cock was flaccid and hung a little to the left, his thighs solid chunks of muscle that tapered to his knees. The same dark body hair on his chest also covered his lower legs.
Get out of here.
&n
bsp; That thought blasted into my mind at the exact moment Nathan Walker lowered his hands to his sides and opened his eyes.
He stared straight at me. Again.
For a moment, surprise crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced with something unnervingly like amusement. “Hey.”
“I’m…sorry. I was looking for you and…” I turned away but kept my hand on the archway.
“You found me.” His deep voice seemed to rattle around the tiled walls.
“I need to”—I closed my eyes and tipped my chin—“check you over.”
“I think you just did that, sweatpea.” He laughed.
I threw him a quick frown but was once again struck with the sight of his big body, now being rapidly covered in soapy suds. They’d collected in his chest hair and were running over his abdomen toward his cock.
“Come and have at it,” he said. “I’m all yours.”
“I prefer not to conduct medical examinations in shower cubicles.” I stepped back into the locker room so I wouldn’t be tempted to look at him again. “I’ll wait here for you.”
“Suit yourself,” he called. “Though if you change your mind and wanna come in here and scrub my back, I won’t be complaining.”
I didn’t think his comment dignified a reply, so I dumped my bag on a bench and flicked the clasp open. Rooting around for my eye torch—an engraved one which was a gift from my parents—and reflex hammer, I tried to ignore the sound of the Christmas song Nathan had started singing and was echoing around the locker roomit was the same awful one which had been thumping out at the rink.
I checked my watch. All I wanted was bed. Hopefully he’d hurry up. Just because he could likely spend tomorrow lounging around in a hot tub or sauna, recovering from his late night, didn’t mean I could; I had a triple bypass to perform.
Within a minute the shower water had turned off and he’d stopped singing. The silence was almost worse than the song as I waited for him to appear.
Please don’t be naked.
If he was, I wasn’t sure how I’d stop my gaze drifting down his body. He might be a cocky hockey player, but he could also model for sculptures recreating Adonis.
“Hey,” he said, strolling through the archway with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He was rubbing his hair with another.
Relieved, I straightened and pulled in a breath, the air was laced with steam and the scent of soap. “If you could sit down, I’ll perform a few tests. It won’t take long.”
“Take as long as you want.” He flung the towel he was holding into a plastic receptacle already overflowing, then sat. His legs were set wide apart, and he hitched up the towel covering his thighs.
I dared a quick glance as I stepped up to him and was relieved he hadn’t exposed himself. He’d simply needed space to accommodate his bulky muscles.
“How are you feeling?” I flicked on the torch and shined the small bright dot onto my palm.
“Pretty damn good, to be honest.” He grinned.
“No headache? Blurred vision? Nausea?”
“Hell no, just keen to get to my teammates and celebrate. Wanna come?”
“No, thank you.” I placed my palm on his forehead to keep him still while I examined him. He skin was damp from the shower, and the few strands of dark hair beneath my hand were soft. “Look straight ahead.”
“I can’t look at you?”
“Straight ahead please.”
He turned, and I had to step between his legs to get close enough to do a proper eye exam. His pupils were equal and reacting to light, which was a good start. But I needed a visual on the back of the eyeball to rule out subtle damage.
As I studied the rear of his right eye, I was aware of his breathing and of his exhale becoming my inhale. Heat radiated from his flesh, and the towel brushed my legs. I was so close to him, as I needed to be, but with him wearing only a towel it somehow felt incredibly intimate.
“That one is fine,” I said, switching to the other eye.
“What are you searching for?” he asked. “Checking a dumb jock like me has a brain?”
“I’m sure you have a brain.” Again I leaned close and shined the light onto the back of his right eye, emphasizing all the tiny red vessels there.
He chuckled, and his legs squeezed a little more. “But you think I’m a dumb jock, right?”
“Not at all.” I straightened, satisfied all was in order. “It’s clear you’re a very talented hockey player.”
“Thank you.”
His legs were still touching the outer curve of mine. Solid and strong, it wasn’t unpleasant.
“I was hoping to impress you,” he said.
“And why is that?”
“You came to my rescue.” He set one hand on my waist, gently, and leaned close again. “When I hit the ice, it was you who was there when I came round.”
Warmth from his palm penetrated my clothes and onto my skin. I stared at his handsome face, his cute smile, and then his stunning eyes I’d just been up close and personal with.
“It’s my job,” I managed.
“I get that, but still…you’re prettier than our usual medic.”
“Your usual medic is my brother.” I flicked off my torch and stepped away. “Twin brother.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Ben is your twin?”
“Yes.” I set the torch on the table and picked up the reflex hammer. “And because he’s on his honeymoon in”
“South Africa, with Lisa. It was a bummer I couldn’t make their wedding. I hope they’re having an awesome time on safari. Have you heard from them?”
I was surprised how much he knew about Ben. “Er, yes, not long ago. They’re having a great time.”
“Good, they deserve it. Hey!”
“Keep still.” I tapped his knee again.
He chuckled. “Now what are you doing?”
“Just checking…” I didn’t bother to explain; instead, I quickly checked his opposite patellar reflex. They were both fine.
“And you don’t have a headache?”
“Nope. No headache.” He stood, unfolding to his full height and towered over me.
I looked from the hollow of his throat up at his face. “Any odd symptoms?” Why had the question sounded silly when I’d asked it a thousand times to a thousand different patients?
“Sweetpea.” He set his hands on his hips, just over the roll of the towel. “Not that I’m complaining about your thoroughness, but do I look as if there’s anything wrong with me?”
I dipped my gaze. His broad bare chest was only inches from mine. My nipples tightened, and a sudden image of being naked and pressed against him filled my mind.
A flush of heat spread over my cheeks, and a little fizz of anticipation traveled up my spine.
What are you doing?
“No, Mr. Walker, you appear in excellent health.” I stepped away and dropped the reflex hammer into my bag. “Though any visual disturbances, headache, or nausea in the next few days should be checked out.”
“I can do that, but I have another idea.”
“What’s that?” I snapped my bag shut and turned to him.
I caught my breath, surprised by how close he was. He’d moved quickly across the room.
“You could be my personal medic. Stick with me and I’ll keep you informed of how I’m feeling on a minute to minute basis.”
I raised my eyebrows, wondering what line he was going to come out with next.
His sensual mouth curved into a smile. “Like literally, I’d tell you anything that crosses my mind.”
“I’m not sure I’d want to know.”
He laughed. “Seriously, how about that drink upstairs? It’ll be a good atmosphere.” He paused. “And it is Christmas.”
“It’s not Christmas yet, and I have to be at the hospital early in the morning. I need to get home.”
“Ah, the old ‘early start’ excuse.”
“It’s not an excuse. I have to be in surgery at eight
a.m. to perform a triple heart bypass on a forty-one-year-old who’s had a bunch of bad luck with his coronary arteries.”
“Damn.” He scraped his hand through his hair, exposing dark underarm tufts. “That’s rough.”
“It is, but hopefully I’ll be able to stop life being quite so rough for him in the future.” I stepped away. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Walker.”
“Nathan. Call me Nathan.”
I paused and glanced over my shoulder.
He was looking at my ass.
“Goodnight, Mr. Walker.”
Chapter Three
“Dr. Delaney, you’ve had a delivery.” My PA, Nicola, stood from behind her desk as I arrived at the surgical office suite.
“I have?” Snapping the facemask from my neck, I tapped the bin with my toe and dropped it under the lid. “Thanks for coming in today, by the way, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. Saturday’s are all about sport in our family, so I’m happy to leave the boys to it.”
“It’s a great help. The admin seems to be overflowing lately.” I paused. “Is the delivery the medical research papers I’ve been waiting for?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Definitely not research papers. Something else.” She grinned.
“What then?” I wasn’t in the mood for guessing games. I’d spent six hours repairing a heart that had been stubborn about restarting, pushing even my normally unwavering nerves to breaking point. Finally it had, though, and the new vessels had filled well, the cardiac wall pinking up and beating strong.
“Go and look.” She rubbed her hands together.
I didn’t reply; instead, I strode into my office, my mind full of all the things I had to do.
I was still wearing scrubs but I was hot, so the cool air-conditioning was welcome and I’d been looking forward to it. What I hadn’t expected was a huge bunch of white orchids amongst long black fronds on the middle of my desk. The display was so big it was blocking out the view of the Orlando skyline through the window and had completely hidden my leather chair—a birthday present from Ben. “What the…?”