Catching Summer (Second Chances, #6)(3)
“You do that,” Philip agreed. “I think it could help you get to the next stage of healing.”
I smiled quickly and waved, but when I walked out of view my smile disappeared. I was afraid to date someone else. Austin was all I’d known for years. I still remembered the first day we met. I had just finished nursing school and was on my lunch break, rushing to grab a drink and sandwich from Panera Bread. The second I turned the corner, the door to a gym I was in front of slammed open and I ran right into it, spilling my drink down the front of my scrubs. Austin apologized, but I couldn’t help but see the amused grin on his face before he tried to hide it. Needless to say, it had made me mad so I dumped the rest of my soda on his head. After that, we stood there and laughed. He was so easy to fall in love with.
Once out of the building, I took a deep breath and crossed the street. Dr. Parker’s building was right around the corner from where my first encounter with Austin had happened. I’d cried for months every time I had to walk by that spot, but over time I’d gotten used to it. Now it was a welcome memory. I liked walking past that gym and remembering what it was like to meet Austin for the first time, the way he’d tried so hard not to laugh when I stood there covered in soda. I was about to reach our spot when my phone chirped in my pocket. It was Lara.
You’re late. Your meetings with Dr. McDreamy are getting later and later. ;)
Dr. McDreamy? I had to admit, Philip was a good-looking man, but our relationship was strictly professional. Over the past couple of months, Lara had tried to get me to go out with her to meet guys, but I wasn’t interested. I was never one for going to bars so guys could rub up on me. Besides, she didn’t want to do that stuff, either. She was hung up on Luke Collins, a motocross racer who happened to be good friends with her best friend, our neighbor Kate Davis.
Kate was my friend, too, but I wasn’t as close to her as Lara was. She was going to help me keep my nursing certifications current by letting me help out our city’s NFL team for a couple of weeks. She was their full-time physician now that she’d gone back to school and finished. Even though I co-owned a restaurant with Grayson, I didn’t want my certifications to expire. I figured it was always good to have a plan B. If the restaurant failed, I needed to have something to fall back on. The business was constantly booming so I didn’t have to worry about that just yet, but the future was never certain.
Before I could respond to Lara’s text, my phone beeped again.
You’re not having sex on his desk are you?
What the hell? Had she lost her mind? Shaking my head, I texted her back.
Sorry to disappoint you, but NO! Lost track of time. Be there in fifteen minutes.
That girl was seriously going to drive me insane. After sending the text, I called Kate’s number and waited for her to pick up, only to turn the corner and run straight into a body that felt like a brick wall. Gasping, I fumbled with my phone and tripped, but a masculine set of hands caught my arms, stopping me from falling on my backside.
“Whoa, thank you,” I exclaimed breathlessly, looking up into the sun at my rescuer. When he came into view, he smiled and picked up my phone. It was Evan Townsend, Kate’s NFL football–playing brother, dressed in a pair of blue gym shorts and a white tank top. His blond hair was in disarray, and he stared down at me with those stormy gray eyes of his as he held out my phone. There was always something about those eyes that made me nervous.
Chapter 2
Evan
“Evan, thank you. I’m so sorry. Clumsiness runs in my family.”
Chuckling, I handed her the phone, thankful I’d been able to catch it before it shattered on the concrete. “No worries. I wasn’t paying attention, either. You doing okay?”
Clearing her throat, she pocketed her phone and looked down at the ground. Her bright blond hair covered her face, but she tucked one side of it behind her ear, exposing her neck. She was so damn beautiful. It didn’t help that she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pink top that hugged her curves. The crazy thing was that she was oblivious to the effect she had on the men around her. The first time I saw her two years ago, I’d wanted to ask her out. That was before I found out what had happened to her. Lara warned me away and said it wasn’t the right time. It made me wonder if there would ever be one. I never saw her with anyone except the therapist she spent every Tuesday with. She never volunteered information about those sessions, so I made it a point not to ask her about them. I could tell it made her uncomfortable with everyone knowing she was seeing a shrink. I didn’t care what she did as long as she got the help she needed.
“I’m doing pretty well, and just on my way back to the restaurant. Are you and the guys excited about the game this weekend?”
“We’re always excited about them, especially the home games. It’s the first one for the season so it’ll be a little tense. Makes for a great game, though.”
“I can imagine.” She paused for a second, but then her eyes went wide. “Oh, hey, how’s your sister? I was trying to call her before I ran into you.”
“Other than being bitchy and seven months pregnant, she’s good. I think she’s excited about having you around the team. Her tolerance has gotten pretty low now that she’s about to explode.” The guys made sure to give her a wide berth when she was around. That was how scary a pregnant woman could be.