But now it’d paid off, and I could finally correct my mistake. Glancing up at her, I stilled when I found her looking at me.
Scowlingat me.
I cringed, unsure how long I’d been staring at her legs, then pulled my glasses off to rub my hand over my face.
Lordy.
When I put them back on, she was almost out the door. Panic seized me as she stepped through the door into the hallway.
“Wait!” I yelled, grabbing my crutch and scrambling to my feet.
She paused, muscles tensed before she turned toward me and arched a brow.
“It’s you,” I said dumbly, ambling toward her like a toddler who’d just learned to walk.
Her brow furrowed before she glanced out into the hallway.
“From yesterday?” She tucked her hair behind her ear, not meeting my eyes. “Yeah, I’m…. I’m sorry about that.”
I followed her out of the conference room and into the bright hallway, my nose twitching at the smell of lemon-scented antiseptic. “It wasn’t your fault. I was the one standing in the road.”
Her brows furrowed even deeper, making her look all the more intense. I quickly looked over every inch of her I could, wondering if she’d been hurt anywhere else. The scrapes on her knees were obvious, but she could have strained muscles too.
My nerves fell away as I entered problem-solving mode. “Do you know the nurse’s name?” I asked as we neared the rest of the group, who were waiting by the elevator.
“Emily,” she said tightly.
“Emily!” I called, hobbling forward in double-time.
The cheery nurse spun around and smiled brightly at me. “Yes?”
“Do you know where I could find a first aid kit?”
She looked me over with a frown. “Are you okay?”
“Yep.”
She stared at me for a beat, but then the elevator dinged, and she waved her hand at the nurse’s station. “They should have what you need.”
I smiled. “Thanks. Could you also tell me what apartment number we’re headed to?”
She consulted her tablet. “3A.”
“Thank you. Could you tell Director Links that… Mr. Sewell’s daughter and I will meet you all there shortly?”
Her brow furrowed in confusion, which was apparently the exact effect I was having on women today, but then she nodded.
She caught up to the group and stepped onto the elevator just as longboard girl tried to pass me.
“Hey,” I called after her. “Could I have a moment of your time?”
She glanced at the elevator, very obviously debating the question, but then stepped toward me, watching the elevator doors as they closed.
I inched closer to her. “It’ll only take a moment. I just really need to check on your knees,” I explained, employing my best professional tone. “Please, just wait here.” Then I made for the nurse’s station, ignoring thevoice that cackled in my head at my awkwardness. It sounded suspiciously like Delly’s.
At least the nurse at the counter was prompt and helpful when I asked for what I needed, and when I turned back to the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was still here. All five foot, four inches of her, not at all looking like she took a bad fall just yesterday.
