An Informal Introduction (Informal Romance Book 3)
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“Oh.”
Rylie took a deep breath as the elevator eased down another floor. The time had come to start acting her age. Or even half her age. She wasn’t exactly getting off to a good start with this man.
She held out her hand. “I’m Rylie Durham, the Child Life Specialist assigned to the oncology unit.”
His hand enveloped hers in a warm grasp. “Zach York. I’m… the guy who knocks over boxes, gets himself jammed into elevators, and…” He rolled his eyes. “And apparently forgets his dolly up in the Child Life office so he has to go back for it later.”
It was a trial, but she afforded him a smile. “What brings you to us?”
His shrug was a study in nonchalance. “Another time, maybe.” He pulled something from his wallet and held it out to her. “Here’s my card. Drop me an email within the next day or two so I know how to get in touch with you. When I’m ready to order some items for next month, I’ll contact you and find out what y’all need.”
She took the card but doubted any communication between them would be as simple as he made it sound. This man had complication written all over him.
“Ignore my email at your own risk, Ms. Durham.” His molasses eyes glinted with a hint of mischievousness. “Or you might find yourself with more marbles instead of whatever children in the hospital actually need.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened smoothly near the entrance to Oncology. Rylie stepped out but couldn’t stop herself from glancing back at him. “Are you coming?”
“Not today. I need to fetch my dolly.” He pushed the button that would return him to the forgotten corner of the hospital, and the doors slid closed.
Hm. He wanted to help the kids, but he wasn’t eager to see them. He was either uptight, emotionally detached, or she was reading too much into his actions.
Tempted as she was, she couldn’t take time to psychoanalyze the handsome Zach York. A wheelchair rolled her way, accompanied by a nurse. “Scotty! Sorry I’m late. You won’t believe this, but a tower of marbles fell on me.”
The little boy giggled and pointed to the foot she was favoring. “Is that where it landed?”
“Of course it is. You know I’m the clumsiest person in the whole world, right?”