A graduate of University of Nebraska Medical Center, Kathleen Grieve earned a Bachelors Degree in Science and Nursing in 1994. She has been a dedicated nurse for more years than she cares to count, serving most of those years in trauma, neurosurgical, cardiovascular and medical intensive care units. She recently discovered the wonderful world of Air Ambulance and works as a flight nurse on both a medical helicopter and fixed wing aircraft delivering emergency services whether it be on the side of the road at the scene of an accident or transferring a critical patient from one hospital to the next, this world has opened up all new possibilities for her writing.
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Half way through the song, a coldly familiar voice barked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Kate's eyes snapped open and she nearly stumbled. She gasped and the pencil fell to the carpet. “Mr. Anderson!”
“I repeat. What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” He said crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Kate fought to control her scrambled thoughts through the sensual haze of the Latin beat that never failed to fire up her libido, but it was extremely difficult to accomplish with the fine male specimen who’d suddenly jumped out of the fantasy of her mind becoming reality.
“I…ah…um, well,” she began cursing herself for her innate curiosity. She cleared her throat. “I’m dancing,” she said lamely.
“I can see that,” he said rolling his eyes. “Why are you doing it here?”
“I’m so sorry,” she began. “I was just taking out my trash and saw your door open. I knocked and called out, but no one answered and… Well, obviously I came in and snooped... I wasn’t going to steal anything I was just curious and…” her voice trailed off. She smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, embarrassment flaming her face. “God, I’ve got diarrhea of the mouth,” she said with a grimace.
He just stared at her an incredulous expression lit his face. Obviously his man of few words persona he’d displayed upon their first meeting wasn’t due to his visit to the emergency room. She straightened her shoulders and sighed. “I’m Kate by the way. Kate Sumner. We met last week in the ER.” She held out her hand and gave him a sheepish smile. “You’re obsessive compulsive busy body neighbor.