Until Amy - Jessica Ames Page 0,3

patient,” I say as I lightly trail my fingers over his wrist. This close to him, I’m aware of the electricity sizzling between us. I’ve never had chemistry like this with another man. He sets my body alight, like a bonfire. I ignore it, or try to, splitting my gaze between his injury and his expression. He winces, but doesn’t let any other emotion slide onto his face. “You sound like you’re a long way from home.”

“Been here two weeks and laid down a bike. Never done that the whole time I was in the UK.”

I release his wrist. “I think it’s just sprained. I can’t feel any breakage, but you need an X-ray to be sure.”

“Fuck.” He spits out the curse. “I hope so. A fracture will stop me riding for too long.”

I watch as he fumbles one handed with the strap on his helmet. After a moment, I move to help him. His eyes come to mine and the look he gives me is so intense it robs me of my oxygen. I draw in a quick breath as his eyes dilate. His gaze drifts to mine and I see the question in them.

I swallow hard, unsticking my tongue from the roof of my mouth and avert my gaze to the deep cut below his eye, where the helmet failed to protect him. It’s leaking blood, dripping it down his cheek. I open my First Aid kit and pull out a pair of gloves before I take a piece of gauze and tape it over the wound. It won’t stop the bleeding. It needs stitches, but it’ll hold until he can get to the hospital.

“You’ve done this before.” His voice is soft.

My breath lodges in my throat, the butterflies in my stomach taking flight as I say, “I told you. I’m a nurse.”

“Wasn’t sure I believed it.”

I open my mouth to respond when someone says my name.

“Amy?”

The spell between us shatters as the outside world encroaches on our moment. I glance up and see a familiar figure walking toward us. Cobi Mayson. Harmony’s cousin looks good, but then all of Harmony’s cousins look good. It’s like the Mayson family stole all the good genes. He’s wearing a pair of tailored pants and a shirt with a tie haphazardly pushed up to the collar, the muscles beneath straining against the material. On his hip sits his police badge, on the other his gun. Like my brother, Chase, he works for the local PD.

“You’re a little high up the food chain for road traffic accidents, aren’t you?” I say it with a smile.

He snorts. “I’m stuck in the traffic jam building behind this mess. You’re hurt.” He juts his chin in the direction of my head.

“I’m more worried about this guy. He’s got a potentially fractured wrist, and considering how hard he hit the ground, I want to make sure he doesn’t have any internal damage.”

Cobi glances around me and takes in Shane sitting on the ground, his hand pulled against his chest. Shane’s eyes are hard as agate as his gaze slides toward the badge before settling his attention on Cobi’s face.

No love lost there.

Cobi signals for me to come to him, so I push up from the ground where I’m sitting next to Shane and join him a little distance from the biker.

“Be careful with him?”

I frown. “Why?”

Cobi’s teeth grit. “He’s a Sons. They’re bad news. I mean the worst of the worst. They’re not like Wes’s club. They’re outlaws, all of them. Rotten to the core.”

I peer over my shoulder at the biker sitting on the ground, cradling his arm to his chest. He doesn’t seem like the picture Cobi’s painting, but who am I to argue? Cobi’s a police officer. I’m sure he knows about this stuff.

A shiver works through my spine. Is Shane that bad? “Rotten or not, I still have to treat him.”

“Just be careful.”

“I will,” I promise.

“I’ll start coordinating the scene, see if we can get some of the wreckage cleaned up.”

I have no idea if my car is still roadworthy, but I leave Cobi to worry about it while I head back over to Shane.

“How are you doing?”

“What did that fucker want?” His eyes are still blazing in the direction of Cobi.

I roll my eyes. “He’s just doing his job.”

Shane snorts. “That’s what the plod always says.”

“Plod?”

“Police. Pigs. Plod.”

His tone pisses me off. “Cobi’s not the enemy.”

“Police are always the enemy.”

The EMTs head toward us and I step back, giving them room