“I’m up. What we got?” I asked, moving toward the door.

Natalie, one of the sweetest nurses on staff, giggled and said, “It’s not an emergency, Doctor. There’s a man here to see you. A hot one.”

I flicked on the light and stared at her with my arms crossed over my chest. “A hot guy is here to see me?”

She put a hand over her chest and said, “Yes, a freaking stud, and he was literally oozing testosterone all over the place.”

“Sounds messy,” I said, twisting my lips to the side.

She laughed and said, “I think half the nursing staff is in a pheromone coma at this point.”

“Come show me this stud who has come to sweep me off my feet,” I said, a bit amused. It was probably Beau or one of the guys. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of them had stopped by, usually because they needed stitches or an x-ray.

Nat led me to the nurses’ station, and I looked around for Beau or the guys. Maya, the charge nurse, gestured toward the desk. “Mr. Hot Stuff left you that,” she said, fanning her face with a clipboard. There was a bag of what smelled like delicious Italian food and a single red rose sitting on top. Huh. None of them had ever given me a flower before.

I smelled the deeply fragrant rose and then opened the bag. Just as I suspected… Cam’s homemade lasagna. There was also silverware and a large chunk of garlic bread, and all of a sudden, I was starving. “Sorry, ladies. Nothing illicit going on here. My brother’s roommate made this. It must have been one of them who dropped it off.” I wondered briefly why he didn’t stay to say hi to me.

Natalie said, “Whoever it was melted my drawers.”

Another nurse, Deborah, piped up, “When he smiled, I’m pretty sure he impregnated me, and I’ve had a full hysterectomy,” and we all laughed.

“I would leave my husband for that man,” Maya said, but we knew all she was teasing because she and Jose had been together forever and were the most adorable freaking couple ever.

“Let me text and see which one it was so I’ll know who you’re all in love with. If it’s my brother, I might go puke.” I sent a message in my group text with the boys.

Blaire: Thank you for dinner! Who delivered it, and why didn’t you stay to chat?

Each of them texted back that it wasn’t them who dropped it off. Ah, they want to play around, huh?

Blaire: Fine, don’t tell me. But one of you has every nurse on this floor all hot and bothered. There’s all manner of regenerated ovaries, melted panties, and talks of leaving husbands going on up in here.