Don’t wish for a Christmas reunion with a grumpy hero if you’re hiding a surprise baby.
As the head nurse of Chicago’s busiest ER,
I don’t take any crap, especially not from men.
So when I feel the latest sleaze ogling my backside, again?
I unleash an epic verbal takedown.
Only when I turn around to drop the mic, gulp. Wrong guy.
This stranger’s a wall of muscle, his soul-piercing blue eyes brimming with disdain.
Foot. In. Mouth.