
Wes, Love in Scrubs 3
Author: AJ Renee
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Romantic Comedy/ Medical Fiction
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Blurb:
Nurse. Mom. Daughter. Natalia Kruze wore many hats, but mom was the role she was most proud of. As a single mom, she couldnโt be everywhere at once, but she had been blessed with a patient son and helpful parents. Dating wasnโt high on the priority list, so it was safe to say it had been years since sheโd experienced any kind of electrifying spark from a man.
With her defenses low after missing another soccer game, a patient catches her eye. Sexy and decidedly stubborn, Wes Wilkins succeeds in leaving his ER visit with her number.
Had they finally found the love they deserved, or will they put their dreams second to their kidsโ needs?
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Chapter One
Natalia
โJeremy!โ I yell and stare at the pile of clothes next to the hamper.
โWhat?โ
My eyes narrow on my sonโs beautiful face, and I remind myself how much I adore him. โExcuse me?โ
โYes, maโam?โ
I nod. โWere you working on your basketball skills and failed?โ
Jeremy looks from me to the pile Iโm still pointing at. โOh.โ
I exhale with exasperation. โLook, honey, we need to work like a team. Please clean up. I need to get you to school so I can start my shift. Donโt forget I wonโt make it to todayโs game. Iโll be home right after, so grab a ride with Mrs. Sanders if Grandma and Pops arenโt there.โ
After kissing his temple, seeing as I can no longer reach the top of his head, I rush to plate the breakfast I threw together for us. This is my life. It may not have turned out like I dreamed, but I wouldnโt trade Jeremy in for the world.
I was a young mother at twenty-oneโnot quite a teen pregnancy but still hard. Jeremyโs father decided rather quickly fatherhood wasnโt for him and left us the moment two lines appeared. Thankfully, my parents stepped in and helped us. I managed to finish my Bachelor of Science in nursing with their assistance. I canโt count the number of times I showed up to class with spit-up on me. Iโm sure if they swabbed my clothes in one of my labs, they would have found all sorts of new-mother fun.
After fourteen years of doing the parenting gig on my own, I can safely say itโs still a challenge. Dating is rare, and my parents are still around to help. I donโt ask for a lot of help now that Jeremy is older, but they still have us visit often.
Jeremy runs into the kitchen, backpack in hand, and picks up the fork on his plate. In a matter of moments, the plate is devoid of the eggs and toast I put on it. My kid looks up at me and to the stove, looking for the pan I already put in the dishwasher. โNo more?โ
โGrab a banana. We gotta go,โ I tell him and toss my wallet into a small bag.
He grunts and carries his plate straight to the dishwasher without rinsing it. I sigh but donโt say a word. Over the years Iโve become better at picking my battles, and this isnโt one.
When we get to his school, we exchange โI love yous,โ and I pat his thigh good-bye. When he leans over and hugs me, I smile. Squeezing him, I enjoy the rare treat of a teenage hug at school.
โBye, honey.โ
โBye, Mom.โ
My next stop, after watching him walk up the steps, is coffee. Thursday mornings are my designated java pick-up days. I rattle off four different orders and drive the last few blocks to work once I have them.
โThank God!โ Jenna cries and plucks her order from the carrier.
โOne of those mornings?โ I ask and set the rest on a table.
โOne word. Puberty.โ Jenna drinks a healthy gulp of joe.
I nod and lock up my things. โGotcha. Iโll be missing yet another of Jeremyโs games if it makes you feel any better.โ Jenna shoots me a meaningful look. She may not be a single mom like I am, but she misses her own share of activities. โWell, hereโs hoping today is an easy one.โ
Later that evening, I look at the clock and sigh. Jeremyโs game is halfway through by now, which means my guilt is high and Iโm almost through with my twelve-hour shift. I hate missing so many of his games. These are moments I know I canโt get back. It hurts the worst when I see understanding in Jeremyโs eyes versus anger or frustration.
Heโs a great kid. He does well in school, gives me very little attitude, and is talented in sports. Iโm hoping if he keeps it up, he can earn a scholarship for college, but we have a few years left to really worry about that.
โHey, stop that!โ Jenna scolds.
โStop what?โ I ask and set down the marker I was using.
Jenna waves her hand around my face. โThat. Honey, I know you hate missing his games, but he understands, so quit beating yourself up about it.โ
โThatโs the problem, Jenna.โ I sigh. โHeโs only a boy. He shouldnโt have to be this understanding about all the games I miss.โ
โNo, he shouldnโt, but life isnโt fair. Youโve got a great kid, girl. No matter what you think, youโre doing really well by him.โ
โNatalia?โ Kara, another nurse on shift, calls out.
โYeah?โ
โYouโve got a live one in room one.โ
I nod and squeeze past Jenna who pats me on my back. โOn my way.โ
Pulling up the patientโs admittance tab on the computer, I read the notes and frown. Forty-year-old male with testicular pain. Walking down the hall toward the triage room, I sift through my knowledge of all the possible things responsible for testicular pain.
Once I learned I was having a boy, I put in extra focus into male anatomy and physiology. I was determined to keep my boy safe and healthy to my best ability. This thankfully helped me tackle those not-so-fun talks about puberty.
โGood eveningโโ
Any other words centered around good bedside manners blank in my brain the moment our eyes meet. Crap.
His crew-cut hairstyle highlights his strong jaw. A light smattering of hair grows along it, and my hand itches with the need to see if it will feel soft or rough along my palm. His jaw twitches, and I find a sheen of sweat on his brow. The pain reflecting in his hazel eyes pulls me back from my fog.
I clear my throat and hope Iโm not blushing. โWhat brings you in this evening, Mr.โโ
โWilkins. Call me Wes. I donโt suppose thereโs a male nurse on staff?โ
My brows knit at his tone. โSorry, thereโs not,โ I say. โWhatโs bothering you that a female nurse canโt help you with?โ
โNo, itโs notโโ He attempts to sit up, and he grunts in pain.
I move to his side. โLie back down,โ I tell him gently.
โS-sorry. Donโt mean to be an ass.โ
Concern fills me at his words and the way his eyelids lower in pain. โTalk to me. Thereโs no reason for you to suffer any pain. I assure you I can help even if I donโt have the same parts as you.โ
โDefinitely donโt have the same parts,โ he mumbles. He draws in a deep breath and clears his throat. โMy testicles hurt, and theyโre swollen.โ
โOkay, did you sustain an injury to them?โ I ask reassuringly.
He looks away, and his words are too soft to hear.
I place my hand on his shoulder, and a weird sensation travels up my arm at the contact. He turns toward me, and I see he felt whatever just happened. โI canโt help you if you donโt talk to me,โ I say, ignoring the strange event and removing my hand.
โI had a vasectomy yesterday.โ
โOkay.โ I think of common complications that could occur with the procedure. โSwelling and discomfort are common in the first forty-eight hoursโโ
His lips pull into a hard line. โIt looks like I have three testicles.โ
My eyebrow raises. โThree?โ
โYes.โ
โOkay. Weโll look at it in a second. What have you done in the last twelve hours?โ
His eyes dart away again, and I realize whatever heโs been doing was not what his doctor ordered. โCome on, fess up. If your testicles are this swollen, you werenโt lying down and resting like Iโm sure your doctor ordered,โ I say in my mom voice.
โI was at my kidsโ baseball gameโฆโ
The way he says it leaves me thinking there is more. โMhmmโฆ sitting on the stands?โ
He shakes his head. โNo, coaching.โ
โI see. Did anything happen, since I expect you werenโt sitting in a chair relaxing while you coached?โ
โOne of the boys fell. I, um, helped him up, and thatโs when I stumbled in pain.โ
โI donโt suppose you coach toddlers?โ I ask, knowing heโs going to say no.
โNo, freshmen.โ
โDefinitely surpasses the ten-pound weight restriction.โ
His eyebrows snap together. โLook, I wasnโt going to miss the game!โ
I raise my hands in the air. โIโm sorry. I didnโt mean any offense. If it makes you feel any better, Iโve been here all day, and I missed my sonโs baseball game tonight. One of many.โ I whisper the latter and turn away. โIโll go see if the doctor is available to perform your exam.โ
โWait!โ he calls out when I reach the door.
I stop but donโt face him. I canโt. If I do, heโll see the tears forming. Iโm never this short with my patients. I chalk it up to my emotions after missing out on another event in Jeremyโs life.
After a moment, he apologizes and I walk out. This handsome stranger has pressed more conflicting buttons than I care to admit. Ignoring the fact that a man hasnโt managed to fluster both me and my lady bits inโฆ well, ever, heโs a patient and therefore off limits.

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About AJ Renee
AJ Renee is the author behind the St. Fleur series, Beauty Unmasked, Winter’s Surprise, Surviving Paris, Finding Love at the Falls…, and Kylie: Crossing Lines. She’s a military wife and mother to three young girls. She graduated from the University of Central Florida with her Master of Science in Criminal Justice and a Bachelor of Science in Psychology while working at the library.
She loves to write steamy romance with suspense and a happily ever after. When she isn’t writing or interacting with her readers, you can find her spending time with her family or reading. AJ enjoys traveling, researching family history, and all things New Orleans.
Books by AJ Renee
FLEUR SERIES:
Widowerโs Aura
Always Mine
Duplicity
No Going Back
Taxed by Love
Complications
Other Titles:
Finding Love at the Fallsโฆ (Short Story)
Fractured Fairytales Book One
Beauty Unmasked
Winterโs Surprise
A Deadly World: Vampires in Paris
Kylie: Crossing lines (Billionaires Club)
Unlucky in Love
Joshua
Jason
Wes
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