Page 40 of Just One Night Together
Natasha smiled, the expression making her look mischievous. “He needs someone and if I don’t find her, who will?”
“Won’t he find his own someone?”
“He hasn’t yet and I’m running out of time to help.”
Haley didn’t know what to say to that. To her relief, Natasha dozed off during her massage and there wasn’t any need to talk about Damon as if she didn’t know him at all. She finished up and put the itchy chemo hat back on Natasha’s head and tucked her in. Then she blew her a kiss, sent a prayer to heaven for her, and headed to her own ward for her shift.
It made sense that Natasha was worried about Damon’s future happiness. It was quite sweet, really. Haley knew that she couldn’t give him that kind of relationship—she wasn’t prepared to lose her heart over anyone ever again—but she could give him something else.
Just sex, especially when it was just sex with Damon, was a very good thing.
And maybe it was exactly what he needed to forget his concerns for a couple of hours.
When Haley got off the elevator, she pulled out her phone and pulled up Damon’s number.
She shouldn’t.
She would.
“Hi.” He answered on the second ring. His tone was friendly but she noticed that he hadn’t called her by name.
“Working today?” she asked.
“You know it. I’ve got to pay for being off last night. You?”
“Absolutely. I just gave your mom a massage. She’s sleeping, by the way.”
“Thanks.” His voice warmed even more and Haley took a breath.
“How disappointing,” she said, then sighed.
“What is?”
“I prefer the other way you say thanks.”
He chuckled, surprised but not really. “That can be delivered, if you give me a time.”
“I get off at 2 a.m.”
“And I know where you live,” he agreed easily. “I’ll see you there.”
“Sounds good,” Haley said, finding herself out of breath. She ended the call and stood there for a moment, gripping her phone. Since when had she become a woman who ordered booty calls?
Since she’d met Damon.
And she had no regrets.
Look out, 2018.
* * *
Damon hadtime to feel a bit of anticipation after Haley’s call before his phone rang again. It was his mom’s oncologist.
“I apologize for not calling this morning, Mr. Perez.”
“The nurse said your hours might be different today. It’s fine.”
“Do have a moment right now?”
