Uncovering Hope (Uncovering Love Book 3) by Kacey Shea

this get by.”
    “But I did order them like you asked.”
    “So you’re blaming pharmacy? Just stop. Save it. I don’t want to hear it. Doesn’t matter who screwed up. It’s your patient, your responsibility.”
    “I’ll go down to pharmacy, see if I can find what happened. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but can you cover my patients?” Her brow raises and she blows out a breath as if I’m the one inconveniencing her.
    “I guess. Just hurry back. I’ve got things to do, too.”
    I nod, not bothering to dilly dally. When Greta is in a mood, you just bite your tongue, grin and bear it. She’s such a bitch, but she’s a good nurse and has been here twenty plus years. It’s a bad idea to piss her off.
    I click the elevator button repeatedly as if somehow that will bring the car up faster. It’s quiet on the floor. Visitor hours are up and most patients are resting for the night. My shift has barely begun and it’s off to a crappy start. I can only hope the rest of the night goes better.
    Ding.
    The doors slide open and my gaze flicks up as I step inside. I gasp. What the fuck?
    “Are you stalking me at work now?” A lazy grin spreads across Derek Taylor’s face. You’ve got to be kidding me. “Look, I told you I’m not interested. Please take a hint before I file a restraining order.” I growl with irritation. I turn and press the button for the basement.
    Derek pushes off the wall from where he leans. His bright red shirt pulls across his chest, and tattoos peek out from the sleeves. Tight jeans mold his legs and tuck inside black combat boots. His brown hair falls forward and rests just above his eyebrows. Only a man with his confidence can pull this off and look pure male. He oozes sex and I only wish I wasn’t covered in these horrible scrubs. With no makeup and hair pulled into a braid, I’m sure I look simple and plain. I’m angry at myself for caring what he thinks.
    “Pretty sure of your siren skills, aren’t you?” he grins, sticks his tongue out, and flips the stud once. “Maybe I’m here to see someone else?” Of course. He’s not here for me. My cheeks heat with embarrassment for having such foolish thoughts.
    “Oh. Yeah. Sure.” I tap my foot and will the floors to rush faster. The numbers change all too slowly from four to five, then five to six. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. The numbers are going up. I’m in for the long ride down to the basement.
    “Carly. Would you look at me?” I glance to my left. He winks. “I’m not here to see anyone in particular. I’m here to volunteer.” It’s then I notice the guitar case.
    “I thought you played drums.” He steps closer and I can’t help but back up until my spine touches the hard wall. He beams a lazy grin and pins me with those chocolatey eyes.
    “There’s so much about me you’d never guess. I’m more talented than you’d ever imagine. Shame you don’t want to give me a shot.” He punctuates his point with a roll of that silver stud over and across his lips. The intensity of his eyes holds my complete attention. I lick my lips. He’s close but not close enough. I want him to kiss me and that’s a bad idea. I clench my hands against the rail, as if that will help.
    Ding.
    The doors slide open and he backs out leisurely; a cheeky smile plays at his lips. His eyes dance with delight as if he knows he’s turned me on, and that pisses me off further.
    “Later, mama!” He calls out, and turns to strut down the hallway. I can’t think of a clever comeback before the doors slide shut.
    “ Shit! ” I shout into the empty car. He gets under my skin and he knows it. I don’t need this right now. The night is off to a bad enough start and I don’t need the distraction of drummer boy volunteering two floors up.
    I step out of the car when it finally arrives at the basement and hustle to the pharmacy. I turn the corner and shout in surprise as my face hits a wall. What the—? No. Not a wall. My gaze travels up