Blazing Hotter (Love Under Fire Book 2) by Chantel Rhondeau Read Free Book Online

them?”
    Sandy frowned in concentration, tilting her head as she thought. “I’m not sure.” She glanced at the nurse next to her. “Do you remember, Rose?”
    Rose looked up from the clipboard in her hand, a frown marring her otherwise pretty face. “I’m not sure, either. I mean, he definitely seemed like he was from a florist and official, but when you took over I stopped paying attention.” She shrugged. “Sorry, Cassie. I have a ton of paperwork to finish before I can leave and I have a date tonight. I’ve been sort of rushed.”
    Cassie laughed, though Frankie could tell it was forced. He wondered if the nurses realized that as well.
    “Paperwork is a pain.” Cassie managed to keep her voice upbeat and chipper. “I don’t blame you. I would have gone back to work too.”
    “I hope you figure it out,” Rose said. “Maybe you’ll have a date tonight too if you do!”
    “Maybe,” Cassie agreed.
    Sandy leaned forward slightly, making eye contact with Frankie. “What about you, Frankie. Are you almost ready to start dating again?” She gave him a flirty wink, and Frankie stifled a sigh.
    Sandy was a nice enough woman, but she flirted way too much. He preferred the other nurses, like Rose. Rose never made inappropriate comments or made Frankie feel uncomfortable. On the other hand, if Cassie had been the one flirting with him and asking about dating the last few months, Frankie wondered what might have happened.
    “Not sure I’m up for dating,” he finally said. “I need to start getting out of this place more before I can do anything else. Thought I could help Cassie solve the mystery today and make myself useful.”
    “It’s good to see you up and around,” Sandy said, her hands fluttering around her face as though nervous. “If helping Cassie is your goal, then it’s mine too. Let me think a second.” She tapped a pen against her lips. “If I remember right, the nametag the man wore had a rose with a long stem pictured under his name. Which florist has that as a logo?”
    “I know that one. It’s The Flower Shoppe,” Rose said. “You know, that place down on Twenty-Second Street?” She gave a short laugh. “I get a lot of flowers. Comes with the territory of dating.”
    “Must be nice,” Cassie said, still doing a good job of keeping calm. “These are actually the first flowers I’ve received.”
    Frankie wondered if that were true or if she simply tried to keep the conversation sounding natural so the nurses didn’t pick up on anything being wrong.
    Frankie cleared his throat to draw their attention. “Are you guys sure it was a florist that delivered them, not a person?” If it was the doctor himself, surely these nurses would have recognized him. Many of the people working at the rehab center also spent time working at Sayle Regional.
    Sandy nodded. “I’m sure. It was a uniform with a nametag, just like Rose said. I’m sure it was a delivery man.”
    “What did he look like?” Frankie asked.
    “Brown hair, average height.” She shrugged. “He was a regular person.”
    Cassie shook her head slightly, letting Frankie know it wasn’t the doctor.
    “Thanks, ladies,” she told the nurses. “Guess I’ll have to call around and see if I can figure out the mystery.”
    “Good luck,” Rose replied, already lost in her paperwork.
    Sandy smiled, a wistful expression on her face, and her eyes briefly dipped toward Frankie before she looked back at Cassie. “I hope you find him. I wish someone would send me flowers.”
    Frankie had a feeling she wouldn’t want what Cassie got, but they both smiled as Cassie wheeled him away from the desk toward the elevators.
    “Let’s get you back to your room,” she said. “I’ll talk to HR and then help you pack.”
    “Are you done for the day?” he asked.
    “Yep. I’m supposed to have dinner with my stepbrother and his new wife tonight since they just got home, so I’d planned to cut out a little early. I’ll cancel. I