She didn’t bother looking at him. “How about we try the left. I think I remember seeing some healthy veins. That’ll make my job easier.” Once he held out his arm, she wrapped the band around his bicep and pushed around on the veins that were like tunnels. “Yup, we have one.” Tearing open a packet, she took out the alcohol wipe and cleaned his skin. “You’ll feel a stick.” Charlotte worked quickly, got the amount she needed then loosened the band. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
He didn’t answer.
In fact, he looked a bit pale.
“You should lie back and take it easy.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled about the same time a blank expression flooded over his face.
She had no time to react before the cowboy came tumbling down.
*
Squinting against the overhead light in the exam room, he realized he’d fallen asleep. A second later he realized he wasn’t alone.
Looking up into amber eyes, flushed cheeks on a heart shaped face, he swallowed hard. Was he dreaming? He’d been wishing before he dozed off that he’d find a perfect woman to make all his troubles disappear.
After he woke up fully, exchanged some words and she examined his leg, he felt a bit off his kilter by the beauty. Lord knew, he wasn’t trying to come off as a desperate man, but when he got nervous, he tended to make a blatant fool of himself. He couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face, until she pulled out the needle and then his world turned upside down, but not in a good way—at least not in the way he hoped.
Since he was a kid, he hated getting shots, or having his blood taken. He always got weak, but how could he tell the beautiful nurse? He realized he was a bit old to still carry the fear, but even now, he felt his head spin.
The last thing he wanted to do was be yellow bellied in front of her. He wasn’t too good with the opposite sex, at least not like Baxter or his other brothers. Prime example…Dr. CC Peladora, the beautiful vet at Grinning Spurs. There for a hot minute he thought he was in love with her, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
As the pretty nurse wrapped the tight band around his bicep, Brennan took the time to explore her features and some of the tension disappeared for a different kind of strain. Her dark hair was pulled up on top of her head, but a few unruly curls had escaped and hung around her high cheekbones. Her eyes were surrounded by thick lashes and a sprinkling of freckles scattered her cheeks. She smelled amazing…until she brought out the alcohol. The odor stung his nostrils.
His plan was to not look at the needle, but he’d never been one to learn his lesson.
He felt weak. A little wobbly. She said something, but he couldn’t quite wrap his brain around the words.
Oh shit! He couldn’t go down.
No!
But he couldn’t control the blackness as it took over his body…
