Send the Snowplow Read Free

meet his backside. It was a cold, wet, and most definitely unflattering landing. He glanced up at the ice-covered trees and power lines as he picked his way back inside. The prospects for getting home in the morning were looking bleaker by the second.
    “That was great! Can you do it again?” Harold laughed and pointed at him.
    Chris brushed the ice and snow off his scrub pants. “Not funny.” Okay, it might have been, if it had happened to someone else. Might have even been YouTube worthy, but in this case, he was glad Harold didn’t have a cell phone out to document the occasion. He headed to the Nurses Station with Harold following behind. After surveying Jaycee’s backside one more time, Chris touched her shoulder. “It’s getting nasty out there. You know where the emergency procedure manual is?”
    Jaycee pointed to a row of thick three-ring binders on a shelf. One had ‘Emergency Procedures’ in big red letters. “Where it’s always been, and it’s on our computers.”
    He nodded. “Computer won’t help if the power gets knocked out.”
    As if on cue, the lights flickered. Jaycee jumped and made a sound that best resembled a squeal. She lost her balance and tumbled into him. He wrapped his arms around her in a reflexive motion and breathed in the clean scent of her shampoo. She lingered in his arms. Shock? Was she s attracted to him? Lord knew he’d done everything but send her an engraved invitation to the party. Chris leaned in to kiss her Her eyes closed—always a good sign. So close... and then the phone rang.
    Jaycee jumped again, this time, away from him. She rushed to pick up the receiver. “Pleasant Meadows Hospice.”
    Still reeling from the near-kiss, Chris stared at her a moment, stepped around the corner, and smacked his palm against his forehead. Not like him to let a moment like that slip by unanswered.
    Jaycee’s voice sounded worried. “That’s not good.”
    There’d be plenty of time to catch Nurse Jaycee alone later and make up for the missed opportunity. She jiggled the phone cord, then whacked the side of the base unit. “Sorry, can you repeat that?” She caught Chris’s gaze and her brow furrowed. “I think we’re okay for now. Keep us posted.” She hung up the phone and gave him a frown as she gestured at the expensive holiday decor. “A thousand dollars on Christmas lights, but they switch us to crappy internet phone to save a few bucks.”
    He shrugged and leaned on the counter, close enough to Jaycee to catch another whiff of her shampoo. “Everyone’s doing it. So, what’s not good.”
    Her brow furrowed in a pout that made her even sexier than before. “The State Patrol is closing the roads until the snow plows get out.”
    Chris nodded and lifted his scrub shirt to show Jaycee the wet area on his backside. He made sure she had a great view of his back—and his six-pack. Nothing wrong with a little advertising when the opportunity presented itself, right? “Not surprised. I just went outside. It’s icing.”
    It didn’t escape his attention that her gaze lingered on his toned body and more than a hint of red rose from her neck and spread across her cheeks. She averted her eyes and picked up a clipboard, back to all business. “Valerie’s here with Brad, you have any family members here?”
    “201—I mean Mrs. Abadie’s husband, and a son and daughter for Mr. Grayson.”
    Jaycee jotted note. It was a good thing she was in charge, not him. They’d starve if he had to plan too much. She glanced up at him. “Okay. Maybe by the time they wake up, the snowplows will be here.”
    Chris snorted. “Not likely. Death Central isn’t on their priority list.” He gave Jaycee a long stare. “Speaking of Death Central, what’s your plan for escaping?”
    She shook her head, waves of mocha-colored hair swirling around her face. “I escaped the Emergency Room rat-race to come here. Why?”
    He hadn’t expected that. “Got any connections? I’ve got less