Spa Retreats and Secrets in Las Vegas by A. R. Winters

Author:A. R. Winters [Winters, A. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Nancy was back to tapping her foot. “So concerned that you’ll need to skip dinner and have all night care, I’m sure.” Her scowl had transformed into a sneer.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a sideways head nod with an apologetic smile.

“If you think you can walk, head back to your bungalow,” Nancy ordered. “I’ll send Nurse Jasper your way.” That said, she twirled around and stalked away. I wasn’t completely sure but I might have heard the word “tramp” hang in the air behind her.

Trying not to put too much of a skip in my step—I was supposed to be sick after all—I got up and headed out. Along the way, Bridget fell in beside me. “Well, hello to you,” I said.

She panted a greeting of her own, but we otherwise walked in silence.

Once at the bungalow, I opened the door and Bridget bounded in and launched herself on top of the bed. She then did an imitation of a spinning top before settling down to gaze expectantly back at me. Her front legs dangled off the side of the bed at the knee, and she had her paws crossed.

“You go to doggie finishing school to learn how to be a lady at all times no matter what?”

She barked once in answer, a sound loud enough to fill every corner of the bungalow.

I changed out of my clothes into sweatpants and the T-shirt I’d been sleeping in. I then gave my hair a ruffle and pinched my cheeks. It almost felt like getting ready for a hot date, but I was really doing my best to make myself look at least a little flushed and sick. Really.

A knock sounded at the door, hollow and loud.

Bridget and I exchanged a look, and then she leaped off the bed and trotted over to the door in front of me to help me greet our new visitor.

I opened the door and Bridget took off at a dead run across the compound, leaving me forgotten to fend for myself. Survival of the fittest and all that, and she was definitely more fit than me.

I frowned watching her go, feeling abandoned again.

Standing in the space she’d shot past was the lost brother of Chris Hemsworth. He had to be. There was no other explanation for how stunning he was.

The man looked me over from head to toe and then licked his lips. I’m not kidding. He actually licked his lips… and I forgot my name.

“You’re not what I was expecting,” he said in a low tone that washed over every inch of my skin. “I’m Nurse Jasper. I was told you, uh, needed me.”

Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan… Gina.

Somebody killed Gina. It could have been this guy. That sobering thought did a lot to stamp out the fires of my libido, reducing them to the embers of a neglected campfire.

I coughed into my fist. “Glad you’re here. I’m not feeling so good.”

“Oh! You’re actually sick, like sick-sick?”

“Is there any other kind?”

I left the door open for him to enter as I headed deeper inside the bungalow.

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