2. Prescription For Love

“You always stop in the ER before you leave at the end of the day?”

“Usually,” Glenn said, tying her shoe. “That way I can catch anything that might need to be seen later at night.” She straightened and glanced at Flann. “Cuts down on the calls for the night person.”

“Right,” Flann said, blowing out a breath. “I appreciate that. We all do.”

Glenn grinned. “Besides, I’m trying to get Abby to go out to dinner with me—”

“You might want to back off there.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Glenn said, a grin sliding free. “Just wanted to be sure, though.” “You set me up for that,” Flann said in wonderment.

“Couldn’t help myself.” A rare spark of amusement flared in Glenn’s usually unreadable eyes.

“Damn,” Flann muttered. “You are a woman of hidden depths.”

“Not so much,” Glenn said. “You ready to play some ball?”

Flann grinned, checked the stands, and caught Abby’s eye. She waved, and Abby waved back. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Abby waved to Blake a few rows below her and settled next to Presley.

“Hi,” she said, opening a bottle of water, her attention riveted to the field. The game was about to start and Flann was pacing by her team’s bench, alternately watching the field and glancing over at Abby. “Not playing is driving her crazy.”

“Who?” Presley’s attention was riveted on Harper at second base.

“Flann. The other gorgeous Rivers sister. Hello, Presley.”

“Oh hey, Abby.” Presley smiled, sounding as if awakening from a daydream. “Oh!” Presley grabbed Abby’s hand and pointed to the woman beside her who sat with a toddler in her lap. “This is Carson—Flann’s sister.”

Abby straightened and leaned around Presley. Of course Carson was a Rivers sister. She was striking, just like the rest of them. With her ivory skin, clear green eyes, and lightly feathered auburn hair, she didn’t look much older than Margie. The toddler was probably a little over a year, his toothy smile and blue eyes filled with joy. She held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Abby Remy.”

Carson smiled. “Great to meet you. I’m sorry I missed you until now. It’s been so crazy lately, with the storm and everything.”

“I know. I hope you didn’t get much damage.”

“Just a little on the roof and a lot of yard damage. We’ve been in cleanup mode, but nothing serious.” The baby chortled and Carson bounced him. “This would be Davey.”

“He’s gorgeous.”

Carson’s smile widened. “Thanks.”

Abby pointed to Blake. “The one next to Margie would be mine.”

“Margie introduced us. He’s gorgeous too.”

“Thanks.”

A cheer rose and Abby glanced over to watch the players take the field. Flann’s team was up to bat. Abby slowly relaxed in the early evening sun, the tension in her shoulders easing as she let the constant demands of the ER fade away. Flann had finally settled onto the bench, but it was clear being a spectator did not agree with her. She alternately yelled advice and silently muttered to herself. Every now and then she glanced Abby’s way and grinned, a grin Abby was certain anyone watching could read. Flann’s heated gaze spoke of sinful things, of dark kisses and secret caresses, and more.

The more was becoming a disturbingly constant distraction, physically and mentally.

She’d slept fitfully the night before, and she couldn’t really blame it on the heat. Her windows had been open and a breeze had cooled her bare skin, but still she’d twisted and turned, her body blazing not from the summer air, but from the memory of Flann’s hands, her mouth, and the way Flann’s caresses made her ache. The arousal pulsing in her depths had kept her just on the brink of awakening, and when she’d finally given up on sleep and opened her eyes, she’d been swollen and heavy with urgency. Even her breasts had been tender and full. When she’d cupped her breast and caught her nipple between her thumb and fingers, the answering beat between her thighs had grown more insistent.

She could have come quickly if she’d wanted, but perversely, she hadn’t wanted to rush. She’d wanted to tease herself the way Flann’s kisses had teased her. Lying naked atop the sheets, she’d slowly stroked while recalling the heat in Flann’s eyes and the way Flann’s mouth had claimed hers and the possessive grip of her hands. She’d finally let herself orgasm when she couldn’t stand the pressure anymore, and Flann’s face had flickered before her eyes as her back arched and she bit down on a cry.

She smiled to herself now, imagining how much more potent the reality would be. When her gaze turned outward from the memory, she found Flann staring at her across the field, the look on her face one that suggested she knew exactly what Abby was thinking.

Abby pointedly looked away. Anyone watching them would see the desire. She’d already exposed her need to Flann, she could at least keep some dignity in public.

“They’re hard to resist, aren’t they,” Presley said.

“Is it that obvious?” Abby murmured.

“Only to someone who knows both of you,” Presley said with laughter in her voice. “Is it serious or just serious lust?”