Sack Time
Page 15
The sound of the doorknob turning causes my heart to spike again, but this time I slow down my breathing and grip the book in my hands. Transpiring all my built-up energy into the pages.
“Sherry, what brings you here, and what are you wearing,” he says as he steps next to me. I look up into his face, taking in the way that he’s smiling down at me. His features try to hide the tiredness behind his eyes, but I know that last night he only received a few hours of sleep. I might be the one to blame for that, but I did tell him to not come over when he got back from the hospital.
“Have a seat, Greyson. We need to talk,” I say, pointing to his chair.
“Okay, but are you going to tell my why you’re wearing scrubs?”
“I am, but you need to listen first.”
“Okay, I’m all ears,” Greyson says while taking his seat. I watch as he sits the charts down that he was holding and how his shoulders slump forward as if he’s carrying around a day or more worth of stress.
“So, you remember that night that we escaped your party and had a, what do you call it, heart to heart. We both confessed parts of our past and why things are they way they are?”
“Yes, I remember, but what’s that have to do with the way you’re dressed? Are you telling me that you have a secret fetish for wearing scrubs?”
“No, but that’s a good one. Okay… well see, there was a small thing I might have left out that night, and I’m not sure how you will take it.”
“Cut to the chase, Sherry, I have patients and a delivery that’s going to happen today… Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he says, offering up an apologetic smile.
“I know, and that’s what you get for not resting. Anyway, back when I was working with your dad and doing my clinical, I realized that I wanted to work with babies. One day over lunch and a quick study session, your father offered me a job. He told me that when I passed my test, I could come here and work with him, no matter what or who owned the practice. Now it seems we have a dilemma.” I stop to take in the way Greyson’s eyeing me. He’s not sure where I’m going with this as he leans forward and engulfs his hands together. I swallow and proceed, “Today, I happened to have received my results, and I’m official. But hold on, before you speak. With the current job market and that I don’t have a job, I’d like to present this to you.” I stand up and place the journal on his desk. Once I’m seated, I motion for him to open it.
“As you can read along with me, I took it upon myself to create a new rule book. I figured since we will be working together and that kind of goes against our old rules, we needed new ones.”
“Sherry, you passed?”
“Yes, I did,” I say with the biggest smile I can muster.
“So, before we get into these rules... You and my dad had this all figured out before I arrived?”
“Pretty much, except you weren’t apart of that plan. I was going to work with him or the new partner.”
“I knew he had someone else in mind, but never did he mention a new nurse.”
“He didn’t think I would ever go back and take the test again. That day you saw us having lunch, he wasn’t just helping me study—he was talking me into still taking the job. See, there’s one thing you’ve forgotten. You haven’t signed all the paperwork yet, so he still owns the practice and hired me six and a half weeks ago on the intent that when I received my letter I passed.”
“Well, this changes a few things then,” Greyson says as he opens the front of the notebook.
I sit back, witnessing him read the front page.
Rules are meant to be broken.
Sherry Wilde RN and Dr. Greyson Davis Jr., MD OB/GYN
“Keep going, or would you like for me to read them to you?” I ask.
“Please, by all means, tell me our new rules.”
I clear my throat and don’t even bother to grab the book as I’ve memorized each one of them.
Rule number one: There’s no fraternizing with the employees, unless it’s with the parties addressed in this book.
Rule number two: Both sides have to agree to all terms of the new regulations, or they can’t work together.
Rule number three: Sherry promises to only use organic wax from here on out.
Rule number four: Both parties agree to share pineapple pizza together at least weekly on lunch while catching up on life.
Rule number five: Both parties agree to no sexual activity during work hours.
Rule number six: All of the above rules depend on the next answer that Dr. Greyson agrees to.
Rule number seven: If Dr. Greyson agrees that he loves Sherry Wilde, RN in return then all of the above can be broken in the best way possible. Yes, I love you, Greyson….
I sit back and watch as he looks down at the page and back up at me. Questioning if these are the new rules. He takes his time to speak, which only causes me to prepare to run for the alley down the street where I can hide.
“Sherry…” he takes a deep breath, stands, and moves toward me. Reaching his hand out to me, I take it and allow him to pull me up to his chest. “Sherry, I love you, and if we get to have fun breaking all these rules then you start tomorrow. I do, however, have one correction to them. I mean, if they are up for negotiating.”
“Anything is possible, Dr. Davis.”
“Say you’ll move in with me. I’m tired of the running around from your place to mine. Ava’s moving in with Rex, and that’ll leave you alone. Say you’ll live with me and then we can carpool each day, and I won’t have to worry about you falling asleep.”
I let out a laugh at his question, and respond, “I agree to living with you, but we might need a new set of rules for that. I mean, I don’t fold socks, and you have to put the toilet seat down.”
“I can agree to those rules,” he says before he claims my mouth with his.
Standing here in the middle of his office, I never thought that I would be following my dreams and, not to mention, with the person I love. There was a time I never thought I’d find love, that I was going to sleep right through it. But here we are, awake and ready to leap forward in this thing called life where we decide what the rules are.
The End…
It seems that through the whole writing process I have a ton of words to say until I reach this section then everything goes blank. I always save this for last, and I know it probably drives my editor NUTS… But, hey I have to find my words to make this useful. It’s like my acceptance speech for winning an Emmy or something.
First, I have to say thank you for Shari Ryan. This book started in the middle of a text message where I picked on her for always falling asleep on me in the midst of a conversation. She gave me the inspiration to bring to like Sherry and Greyson, and just maybe some tips on where she likes to fall asleep. I shall never ever tell those, but just know something in this book might be real. It’s hard to believe that you can become so connected to people from just chatting online over the years. It’s true… It happens, and I wouldn’t change anything about our sack time conversations. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being real, and for always supporting me in my work eggplant.
Second, I have to thank my editor Silla for finding my holes and calling me out when I need to show and not tell. I think she loves to find those sections, but I welcome them. Not only is she my editor, but a friend of mine that I care about deeply.
Third, Amanda and I’m sorry you are in third place here… I still love you, and your turkey baster. So don’t feel out of touch. HA… HA... I know I’ll be getting a phone call for that statement. Thank you for listening to me when I got angry with my words. When I second guessed what I was doing, and most of all being one of my best friends. I’m looking forward to our next girl’s trip.
Fourth, my readers… What do I say to you guys that I haven’t already? I’m not sure I have enough words for the continued loved and support that you show me over the years. You guys are amazing and make this worth it all in the end. I might not have a million readers
, but the ones I do have, know how to keep it sassy.
Fifth, the bloggers… You guys do so much for us authors and just in case I haven’t said it recently, thank you for all the support, the reviews, the shares.
Sixth, Mrs. Linda… What do I say to you? You’ve made working with you effortless and so easy that I don’t know what to do with myself. Like honestly I am lost… Give me a project, so I feel normal again. No, really this has been amazing, and I’m so glad that we were introduced and have formed an incredible bond that I can’t wait to see us grow even more. Thank you!
Seventh, who the heck is left… Oh, that’s right my guys. The ones that go without socks, food, and clean clothes when I lock myself away to work. Nah, I have to admit this one was easy to write and they even had clean socks. How I managed that one, I don’t know.
Okay, I think I got everyone and if I missed you – please don’t hate me. I love you all, and I can’t wait to hear what you think about Sack Time.
Thank you again and remember to stay sassy!
Love,
A.M. Willard
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International Bestselling Author, A.M. Willard resides in Savannah, Georgia. She joined the Peach State many years ago after leaving the crystal blue waters and sugary white sand behind from the Panhandle of Florida. She's also known for being a wife, mother, and caretaker for her farm animals. A.M. loves anything sassy, glittery, and is a sucker for the Hallmark Channel. That last one might be the reason she believes in soulmates or it could be because she married her high school sweetheart almost twenty years ago.
After releasing her first novella series back in 2014, A.M. set out on a new goal to bring her readers a broad range of romantic stories from her desk. This includes Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance, and from time to time some Sexy Romance.
A.M. is an active member of RWA (Romance Writers of America) and has also had an article published in the Writer's Monthly Review Magazine.
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