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“And if not, you and Bill can kidnap me.”
A fake kidnapping sounded fun, given Sarah had been lying around since she’d arrived. Now, if she’d been lying around with Cullen…
Heat rocketed through her. Uh-oh. Better stick to how she was going to get to Taco Night. Mexican food was as spicy as she could handle right now.
Cullen sat in the hospital cafeteria. A few crumbs from his fish and chips remained on his plate. He sipped his coffee. The caffeine would get him through the next two hours.
A good thing he needed to cover only eight hours today. He’d spent the past five days covering shifts for others and working his own. He’d ended up staying at an anesthesiologist’s house rather than drive all the way home only to return a few hours later.
He missed Sarah, but enjoyed this reprieve. Being with her messed with his head. He didn’t want her getting anywhere close to his heart.
But this time away from her had intensified his guilt. Not only for leaving her the way he had a year ago, but also for running away from her when they’d been living together as husband and wife. He hated admitting the truth, even to himself, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized Sarah had been correct about what he’d been doing. No wonder she’d been unhappy. After what her jerk of an ex-fiancé had done to her, Cullen must have made her feel like crap.
He never wanted to hurt her that way again. That was why he’d made it clear to her that he had shifts to make up. He had no ulterior motives in working so much this week.
And even though he wasn’t with her, he thought about Sarah every day. More like several times each day. Wondered how her recovery was going; was she missing him as much as he missed her?
Curious, he called Leanne. She’d texted him this morning saying she was with Sarah instead of Zoe.
“Hey,” Leanne answered. “I was going to call you.”
His shoulder muscles tensed. “Sarah okay?”
“She looks better than I’ve seen her look all week. Stronger, too.”
Relief washed over him. “Good.”
“Sarah is doing so well you should bring her to Taco Night.”
He hadn’t been to the brewpub in three weeks. “She’s not up for it.”
“She wants to go,” Leanne said to his surprise. “She needs to get out of the cabin.”
“Sarah isn’t a social butterfly. She’s a scientist who would rather be on a volcano than anywhere else.”
“It’s not some fancy soiree. It’s tacos at the brewpub.”
Everyone he knew would be there. There would be more questions. “She’ll get too tired.”
“I don’t know how she’s managed this long.” Disapproval rang clear in Leanne’s voice. “Just sitting around the cabin and taking short walks isn’t good for her morale or her recovery.”
But it was safe. He didn’t have to worry about Sarah when that was all she was doing. “She does need to get out more. Next week will be better.”
“Maybe for you, but not Sarah. You can stay home tonight. Paulson will bring her.”
Cullen laughed. “You want Paulson to take my wife to Taco Night?”
“It’s not a problem,” she said. “He’s with Sarah right now. The two hit it off.”
Cullen’s heart went splat against the cafeteria floor.
“What?” His voice rose. He lowered it. “You texted you were with her.”
“This morning. I had to attend a Christmas Magic festival meeting after lunch. No worries. Paulson will take good care of Sarah.”
That was what Cullen was afraid of.
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u23a456c9-8bc2-5521-9534-a49e67643ba3)
BILL PAULSON SAT next to Sarah on the couch with an impish grin on his lips and a suggestive gleam in his eyes. “So what do you want to do now?”
Charming might describe Hood Hamlet, but it didn’t come close to describing the friendly, easy-on-the-eyes firefighter in well-worn jeans and a faded T-shirt. Sarah enjoyed being with him. He made her feel feminine and pretty even when she looked like a boxer, albeit one who’d been out of the ring for a couple of weeks.
“I have no idea,” she admitted.
The guy had a great sense of humor. He could give any pop-star pretty boy a run for the money in the looks department and kick their butts with his athletic build. He was fun to hang out with, albeit a little immature with some of his not-so-subtle, yet humorous innuendos.
“You’ve kept me entertained all afternoon. I’m not sure what’s left for us to do,” she added.
Mischief twinkled in his eyes. “I’m sure I can think of a few things.”
Bill Paulson would be considered a catch, except for two things—the guy knew he was good-looking and he was an incorrigible flirt. No way would she encourage him.
He rubbed his chin. “I could paint your toenails. That has to be tough to do with your dominant hand in a cast.”
Okay, the guy was a good listener. He’d taken their earlier discussion on being right-handed and come up with this. But however tempting that might sound, she could survive without nail polish. The only man who should be doing any toenail painting on her was Cullen. Not that he would. Or that she would ask him. “Thanks, but I think a nap would be better.”
He scrambled off the couch. “I’ll fluff your pillows. Be right back.”
Sarah bit back a laugh at his eagerness to help. Bill was half player, half Boy Scout rolled into one. Adorable, but a handful if you were a single woman who happened to be attracted to him. Neither of which she was.
The front door opened. Leanne must be back.
Sarah turned to say hello, but the word died on her lips.
Cullen stormed inside, wearing his scrubs. His gaze was intense and focused on her. Lines bracketed his mouth.
“The bed’s ready,” Bill announced from the hallway.
Cullen’s face reddened. A muscle pulsed at his jaw.
Bill grinned. “Hey, Doc. I’ve been taking good care of Sarah.”
Cullen balled his fingers. He looked as if he wanted to punch someone. “I’ll bet you have.”
Sarah had never seen him act like this. She didn’t like it. “Cullen?”
He glared at Bill. “What’s this about a bed being ready?”
Bill held up his hands in front of him, as if to surrender. “Dude, I don’t know what’s got into you, but if you’re thinking I’d put the moves on your pretty wife you’re way off. I just fluffed her pillows.”
Cullen’s dark gaze bounced from Bill to her. “You fluffed her what?”
“Her pillows,” Bill said.
“The pillows on my bed,” Sarah clarified. “I wanted to nap.”
“A nap,” Cullen repeated.
“A nap,” Bill reaffirmed.
Cullen seemed to be digesting the information. She didn’t know what his problem was. She looked up at Bill. “You’ve been a big help this afternoon.”
“Anytime.” He smiled. “If you need a ride to Taco Night…”
“I’m taking her,” Cullen said. “After her nap.”
Bill pulled out his car keys from his jeans pocket. A grin twitched at his lips. “Looks like my work here is done.”
“Thanks for the brownies,” she said.
“You made her brownies?” Cullen asked incredulously.
“I made both of you brownies. Well, my mom did.” Bill had explained how his mom cooked his meals, cleaned his house and did his washing. No wonder the guy hadn’t grown up yet. He didn’t need to. “She dropped them off at my place this morning.”
Sarah stood. “Thank your mom for us. And thanks for keeping me company.”
“My pleasure.” Bill looked at Cullen. “Your wife is quite the card shark. She kicked my butt at Texas hold ’em. A good thing we weren’t playing strip poker, or I’d have been buck naked in no time.”
A confused expression formed on Cullen’s face.
Bill didn’t seem to care. Or maybe he didn’t notice, since he was looking at her. “See you at the brewpub. If Doc changes his mind about going, give me a call.”
With that, Bill left.
Cullen stood next to the breakfast bar. His lips narrowed. “Please tell me you know better than to get involved with a guy like Paulson.”
Defensiveness rose. “Get involved? What are you talking about?”
“A lot of women like him.”
Sarah didn’t like Cullen’s tone. “Bill’s a nice guy.”
“He’s a total player who will never grow up.”
She saw that. She didn’t need Cullen pointing it out. “You’re jealous.”
“No, I’m not,” he said with a dismissive air.
“Then why did you storm into the house like a bull from the streets of Pamplona looking for a fight?”
He took a deep breath and another, as if reining himself in yet again. “I was worried.”
“Worried.”
“I like Paulson,” Cullen admitted. “But he’ll hit on any female with a pretty smile.”
“You thought he would hit on me.”
He clenched his teeth. “You deserve better.”
Sarah had deserved better from him, too. She raised her chin. “Yes, I do. Bill is a big flirt, but it was innocent, all in fun.”
“He didn’t—”
“He was a perfect gentleman.”
Cullen’s brow furrowed. “Gentleman and Paulson don’t belong in the same sentence.”
“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do,” she said. “Bill made me laugh and feel better than I’ve felt in a while. Since long before the accident.” Cullen opened his mouth to speak, but she continued. “But even if I swallowed a ‘stupid’ pill and threw caution to the wind, I would never get involved with Bill…with any man…because you and I are still married.”
Relief washed over Cullen’s face. “Good.”
His response angered and confused her. Why would he care, if he wanted a divorce? “That’s all you have to say?”
“What more do you want?”
“An apology,” she said. “You charged in here assuming the worst without considering that Bill is your friend and I’m your wife.”
“I haven’t been thinking straight. I’ve…been working a lot.”
“What’s new?” She didn’t need to explain, but she didn’t want him thinking the worst of her. “Just so you know. I have been good. Very good. Doing everything you and Dr. Marshall told me to do. Which is more than I can say for you.”
Lines creased Cullen’s forehead. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You told me you had shifts to make up, but you haven’t been here at all. Heaven only knows where you’ve been spending your nights.”
A devilish grin lit up his face. “You’re the jealous one.”
“Am not.” Okay, maybe a little. But no way would she admit that to him. “I was…worried.”
“Worried.”
More than she wanted to admit. More than he would ever know. “Yes.”
His eyes softened. He grinned sheepishly. “The way I was worried about you and Bill.”
Busted. Darn it. She nodded once, feeling stupid and petty and pathetic.
