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once the older woman finished complaining that her bed was too hard, her pillows too soft, that her sheets had an odd smell and that the television buzzed.
“I’ll get a serviceman in here as soon as possible,” Lori said, doing her best to be patient. She also had to keep herself from looking at her watch. This had been the longest afternoon of her life. And to think it had only been a half day with Gloria.
She kept telling herself that Gloria was unhappy for a reason and that things would get better.
A little after five she headed for the kitchen and found a tall, pretty, large-breasted woman unpacking a giant tote bag. Her uniform marked her as a nurse. Her physical description told Lori who had done the hiring.
“Hi,” the woman said, smiling brightly. “I’m Sandy Larson, twilight nurse. Which is a first. Usually I’m the night nurse. On call when it’s dark. Hey, that sounds like the title of a book. Or a porn movie.” Sandy grinned. “Not sure which I’d rather be in. On a good day…”
Lori did her best to greet the woman pleasantly, despite the sudden knot in her stomach. What on earth was wrong with her? So Reid had gone true to type with the other nurse. What did Lori care?
Lori brought Sandy up to speed on Gloria’s care. “She’s tired so she’s a little difficult, but not awful.”
“I can handle her,” Sandy said. “If my patients give me any trouble, I start talking about my favorite soap opera. That usually bores them into falling asleep. It’s why I love the night shift. You day girls work too hard.” She leaned toward Lori. “Gotta love this job, though. Twelve hours of pay for an eight hour shift.”
“It’s great. I’ll just go and tell Gloria goodbye.”
“Sure thing. See you tomorrow.”
Lori nodded and returned to the study. “I’m heading out,” she told Gloria. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
Gloria looked up from the magazine she’d been reading and stared at Lori over her glasses. “I can’t imagine why you would think I would care about your comings and goings. Stay or go. It doesn’t matter the least to me.”
Lori grinned. “I had a good day, too, Gloria. You’re more than welcome.”
REID PARKED his Corvette behind the Downtown Sports Bar and climbed out. He stood staring at the rear door for a full minute, then told himself it wouldn’t be so bad.
Ever since he’d blown out his arm and had to retire from baseball, he’d been working at the family sports bar. “Working” being a loose definition of what he did. In theory he was the general manager. In reality he came and went as he wanted, occasionally worked behind the bar, entertained customers with stories about his baseball career and life and hired the female staff. He’d always thought of the sports bar as a refuge—a place to hang where he was known and admired. Today it was nothing more than a house of shame.
Everyone inside knew him and he was willing to bet his impressive bank account that each one of them had read the morning paper.
“Goddamn it all to hell,” he grumbled, then used his key to let himself in the back door.
Figuring he might as well get it over with as quickly as possible, he bypassed the relative safety of his office and walked into the bar.
Instantly the low rumble of conversation stilled and all eyes focused on him. Reid kept moving.
“Hey, hon,” one of the waitresses called, her mouth twisted in some weird almost-normal smile. “Good to see you.”
He nodded and continued walking through the happy hour crowd.
“Reid!” one guy yelled. “How’s it hanging?”
Reid ignored that, scanned the clusters of patrons and saw two familiar faces in a corner. He headed directly for them.
“Reid.” Maddie, one of the waitresses, grabbed his arm. “She’s full of shit, okay? That night we were together was great. Let me know if you want me to sign a letter or something.”
He nodded at the busty brunette, knowing that they had spent the night in bed and unable to remember anything specific in the blur that was his sexual past.
He hurried over to greet his two brothers and sank gratefully into the chair they’d pulled up for him.
They’d positioned their table just right, tucking his chair next to a display case of sports crap. It meant he wasn’t in anyone’s direct line of sight.
Cal, his older brother, pushed a full mug of beer in his direction. “How you holding up?” he asked.
“How do you think?” Reid took a long swallow. “It’s a little slice of hell.”
Walker, his younger brother, grimaced sympathetically. “Sucks the big one.”
Reid eyed the nachos on the table, but he wasn’t hungry. “The worst part is I don’t even remember her. It was the week my team was in the playoffs. I’m sure I was drunk.” He shook his head. “What does it matter? She wanted revenge and she sure as hell got it. Reporters are everywhere. They’re crawling all over the houseboat.”
“It’s not a defensible position,” Walker told him.
Cal looked at Reid. “So speaks our brother, the former marine.”
“He knows what he’s talking about,” Reid grumbled. “I’ve got to get out of there. I thought about a hotel, but they’ll find me there. Someone on the staff will sell me out.”
“Come stay with Penny and me,” Cal said. “We have room.”
Reid hesitated. Their house was big enough, but Cal and Penny had a new baby. They were focused on other things.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’d be in the way.”
“You wouldn’t,” Cal told him.
Walker shrugged. “You can bunk with me, but it would be on a sofa.”
“Tempting,” Reid said with a grin. “But, no.”
“You could always move in with Gloria,” Cal said. “No one would think to look for you there. Didn’t you say one of her nurses had set up a room for her downstairs?”
“In the study,” Reid said slowly, considering the possibility.
“You would have the whole upstairs,” Walker told him.
“There’s plenty of room,” Reid murmured. His moving in would also annoy the hell out of Lori, and that would be a plus.
A woman walked toward the table. She was tall, built and cover-model gorgeous. She smiled at him.
“Darlin’, I just wanted to let you know that the night we had together was incredible. I still remember everything about it and I’m willing to swear to it. Want my phone number?”
Reid studied her face and realized he had absolutely no recollection of ever having seen her before. What did that say about him?
“I appreciate the offer,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I need a signed statement.”
“You do that. I’m always willing.”
She turned and walked away. He watched her swaying hips and felt absolutely nothing. Given the day he’d had, it would probably be months before he could think about having sex again, and how grim was that?
He leaned back in his chair and looked at his brothers. “That reporter has me by the balls. I can’t sue. There’s no way to win. It would be a circus. I don’t want that. My manager says to lay low and it will blow over.”
“He’s right,” Walker said. “People will get interested in someone else’s life.”
“When?” Reid asked, knowing it couldn’t be soon enough. “I talked