Chapter 1.
“Mr. Vaughn, your heart rate just spiked to one-thirty,” I said, stepping into the private room and letting the door click shut behind me.
The monitor above his bed was beeping faster than it had all night, and the only light came from the little lamp over the chart and the city glowed through the half-open blinds.
He was propped up against the pillows, hospital gown open at the chest, IV line taped to the back of his hand.
“Yeah?” His voice was low and rough from the pain meds. “Maybe you should check what’s causing it, Nurse Harper.”
I set the chart down slowly, walked to the side of the bed, and let my hip brush the rail.
My scrubs were thin cotton tonight, nothing fancy, but the way his gaze dragged down my body made my n*****s tighten hard against the fabric.
