I’ve been a travel nurse for a decade. I’m really, really good at leaving.
But at thirty-two, I’m tired of being a ghost in other people’s lives. So I do something crazy. Crazy for me at least. I take a permanent job in Oregon. I buy throw pillows. Plural.
I have a fiddle leaf fig I talk to like it’s a patient. Then I meet Reid Garrison. He’s chaotic sunshine in a paramedic uniform and before I know it I’m swept up in him.
He’s the golden retriever boyfriend I never knew I needed. For the first time in my life, I’m not counting down the days until I leave. There’s just one problem. Six-foot-three of a problem.
Blake Moore is Reid’s best friend and roommate. His military brother. The man who saved his life. He’s also cold, closed-off, and convinced I’m the worst thing that ever happened to Reid.
Every dinner is a minefield. Every conversation is a test I’m failing. The man looks at me like I’m a problem he can’t solve. But here’s what keeps me up at night.
Sometimes Blake doesn’t look at me with hate. Sometimes he looks at me like being near me is physically painful. I’m a nurse. I know what suffering looks like.
And the way my heart stutters when our eyes meet? The way I catch myself wondering what broke him? That’s not supposed to happen. I fell for the sunshine. So why can’t I stop thinking about the storm?
