Gentry was right about one thing.
I was safer here.
There were Dixie Wardens everywhere.
“Ohhh, he’s back.”
I didn’t bother to look up from the charting that I was doing.
I knew who ‘he’ was.
I also knew that he was on his way, so it was only logical to assume I knew who it was.
“He’s so sexy in that uniform,” one of the other nurses said. I hadn’t bothered to learn any of their names. “How could you give that up, Sage?”
I gritted my teeth.
If they only knew…
“I’ll bet he’s a monster in bed,” someone else chimed in. “Sage, tell us. Does he have a big dick?”
I continued to ignore them.
My typing got angrier and angrier, though.
“Those feet and hands?” someone whispered, mostly because I could hear his boots getting closer. “There’s no way he isn’t wrangling a monster cock.”
My fingers hurt with how hard I was typing.
“Ladies,” Gentry drawled when he got to the nurses’ station. “I’m here to do a pickup.”
The “ladies” giggled.
I felt Gentry’s eyes on me.
“What has everyone blushing?” Gentry asked, all congenial and nice.
He was anything but.
“We’re just wondering,” one nurse chimed in from the back. “Which one of us you want to have your babies. Because we all volunteer. Except, for obvious reasons, Sage.”
I felt the temperature around me drop several degrees.
Shit.
I looked up to see devastation written all over Gentry’s face.
There was one thing in this world that I knew he missed beyond belief, and that was his son.
Just the thought of having another sent cold chills through him.
“Seriously?” I barked, bringing attention to me. “Did you ever consider that there were issues that caused us to not have children? Or, how about this? Did you ever think about keeping your damn mouth shut? Or is that just one of those mythical things that never fucking happen in this hospital?”
Silence. Utter and complete silence.
“Y’all are fucking sick.” I stood up, closing down my chart. “This way, Gentry.”
He followed me in silence.