Joe
Joe grimaced when the nurse adjusted the pulley holding up his leg cast. Damn that Stephanie Plum! Why the hell had she mowed him down in that blue behemoth? He hadn't seen her in two years. Talk about holding a grudge!
One minute, he's walking down the street, enjoying his leave, and the next he's laying on sidewalk looking up at an angry eighteen year old girl with wild hair. She was standing over him, and he had a good view up her denim miniskirt. If he hadn't been in so much pain, he would have enjoyed the site of her black lace panties.
The memory of those panties caused a reaction that he didn't want the nurse to see. He grabbed a magazine off the bedside table and put it on his lap. She glanced over at him, then grinned.
"Guess the stories about the Italian Stallion are true? I'm flattered."
He looked down, and realized that the magazine was upside down and twitching. He gave the nurse a weak smile. She was kind of cute, but she was at least 35. Too bad his leg was in a cast.
"Is it true what they say about nurses?" He grinned at her.
She smiled back, and moved closer. "Depends. What do they say?"
"That they're very sexy. And knowledgeable about the male body."
She laughed, and turned toward the door. "Nice try, and yes it's true." She winked at him, as she left the room.
Joe smiled. Even in this stupid hospital gown, he still had the Morelli charm. The only one who seemed immune to it was Stephanie Plum.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. He thought back to a day two years ago when he'd stopped by Tasty Pastry to pick up some cannoli. Stephanie had been alone in the store, and she had looked even tastier than the pastries. He started flirting with her, and stayed to help her close up. Then, he turned on the Morelli charm, and he got lucky. He always carried protection with him, so he didn't have to worry about that. He'd been surprised to discover that he was her first, then he remembered she was jailbait, and he had already turned eighteen. He beat a hasty retreat, making the usual promise to call. He'd actually considered it, but talked himself out of it. Instead, whenever he got the urge to call, he'd write a poem on a men's room wall. His final masterpiece had been at Mario's Sub Shop. Luckily, he left a week later for the Navy and the urge to call her became a lower priority.
Joe didn't want to admit to himself how many times Stephanie had popped into his head in the past two years. He kept remembering the way she looked at him. There was something in her eyes that seemed to look deep inside him. Best to avoid her and that killer smile. Thinking about her smile made him think about her kissable mouth.
Damn! The magazine is twitching again.