Jack’s behavior today was so out of character that she was actually more worried about him now than when he was in Mr. Freeze mode. This kind of abrupt change in demeanor could not be normal. Serena didn’t trust this metamorphosis one bit. Just a cute girl smiling at him? That’s all it took to heal him? Women threw themselves at Jack all the time and he barely reacted. Beautiful women, sexy women. And he brushed them off like so much saw dust. What was so different about this Lacey girl?
She was pretty, of course. And she had seemed very genuine and sweet, but these weren't exactly miraculous qualities. What exactly did Jack see when he looked at her? His wife had been an attractive but unhappy woman. Was that it? Jack was drawn to Lacey because she seemed cheerful and fun? Or was that just an act? Serena needed to know more about Lacey before she allowed Jack to get more involved with her. What if she was a gold-digger, or a psycho? Jack could not take anymore drama.
Serena could not believe he had actually been teasing her earlier, and making cracks about her dismal social life, and smiling. Okay, he’d been annoyed with her too, but that was pretty normal. Her cousins were always a little annoyed with her. But that was her job. Every single one of the Kingston brothers were successful and gorgeous. They needed to be brought down a peg or two, and she was just the woman to do it.
She’d been making their lives difficult practically since the day she was born and loved every second of it. Which is why it was so important that Jack come back to the land of the living. Mostly because she loved him and hated seeing him in pain, of course, but also because she really didn’t know how to deal with him in his cold and indifferent state. She wanted her cousin back on a permanent basis and was pretty sure that Lacey was the key to doing that. Getting in contact with the object of Jack's infatuation might just be the first step in resuscitating him.
Serena hadn't been lying when she told Jack she didn't have Lacey's phone number. But she did have Lacey's email address. Just giving it to him seemed reckless. In his current giddy state, he would either scare Lacey off with his aggression, or he would get too involved, too fast, without finding out if Lacey was good for him or not. That would be a disaster. The best way for this to unfold would be for Serena to get to know Lacey first, and then somehow get them together if they seemed like a good match. Now if she could just figure out what to say to get the girl's attention. Something she couldn't resist. Like maybe her dream house?
Chapter Three
I’ll just check out their website, Lacey thought to herself. It’s not cyberstalking if I’m legitimately looking for a property. Keeping an eye on her office door, she typed in the website address on the card she'd retrieved from the floor of her car this morning.
Without warning, Lacey’s door burst open and Liz Chamberlain came stalking into the room. “Walter is back. And he doesn’t want anyone touching his catheter, except you.” Liz said. She dropped a thick file in the middle of Lacey’s crowded desk, and slumped down in the chair across the desk from her.
It was the following day, and Lacey was back at work at The Health Unit, but she couldn't stop thinking about that house or the gorgeous man who had built it. Working as a Clinical Resource Nurse meant that she didn't have as much contact with patients as she had in her previous position as a Home Health Nurse. As a CRN her job had become more administrative, dealing with process and overseeing care rather than actually tending to patients. But occasionally one of her long-term clients insisted on her attention to their surgical wounds or catheters.
Walter, an 85-year-old Lothario was one of her more aggressive regulars. It didn't really matter to him that she'd been promoted. Usually she didn't mind, but today she was distracted and more than a little frustrated. All thanks to that sexy builder. She sighed and barely glanced up from her computer screen at her friend and coworker. “My job is sooo glamorous. Where is Walter now?"
"He's in clinic room two, but no rush. Chelsea is with him, changing his bandage. He's okay with above the waist action, but saves below the waist for you." Liz looked at her friend, puzzled when her comment didn't get much of a reaction. "What's up, Lace? You've been out of it all day."
"It's nothing. Really. I just have a document I'm trying to get together for a meeting and it's not going well."
Liz snorted. "Bullshit. You are such a sucky liar. What's really going on?" She came around the desk and looked at the screen over Lacey's shoulder. She was amazingly quick for a woman nearly six feet tall. Lacey scrambled to turn off the monitor, but it was too late. Liz had seen what was on Lacey's screen.
"Kingston Brothers?" Liz exclaimed, her freckled brow wrinkling." Aren't they builders or something? Did you find a place? Holy shit, are you going to build your own place? I'm so jealous!"
"No, no. Nothing like that. Maybe if I won the lottery. I just toured one of their places this weekend, and I was curious to see what else they were working on."
"Hmmmm… then why are you looking so guilty?"
"Because I'm using my work computer to look up personal info."
"Oh, Please. Seriously. Stop it. Don't even try to lie. You're just embarrassing yourself."
"What? You make it sound like I spend my days looking at midget porn," Lacey said indignantly. "I'll have you know that I very rarely use my company internet access for anything but work."
"Right. I seem to recall you using it last week to look up the lyrics to 'Eye of the Tiger.' Explain to me how that was work related."
"Alright. Consider me busted. But if you harass me about this, you will be doing wound care on the next anal abscess that comes through that door. Mark my words."
"Yeah. Yeah. Huge threat. Like that would be my first ginormous, infected, ass wound. Just another day at the office for me, sister. But I appreciate your attempt at abusing your power like that. We'll make a dictator nurse out of you yet," Liz teased. "But if you tell me what's got you all off kilter, I'll try to restrain myself from harassing you too badly."
Lacey hesitated. If she told Liz about her infatuation with one of the Kingston Brothers then her friend was going to pressure her to contact him, and make plans to ride him like Secretariat as soon as physically possible.
Liz was not one for playing games when it came to the opposite sex. Or anything else for that matter. The attractive red-head knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. And when she met a man she liked she wanted it quick, dirty, and with no strings attached. Unlike Lacey, who was sadly repressed when it came to sex, at least according to her more adventurous friend.
Maybe Liz would have some good advice, Lacey thought. Liz was certainly more successful with men that she was. It couldn't hurt just to get her perspective, could it?
"Well, I met one of the Kingston Brothers at an Open House, and now I'm contemplating cyberstalking him. But I can't quite seem to make myself go past the home page of their website. It just seems like I'm invading his privacy, or something."
"Oh my God! Are you serious? You finally met someone non-repulsive and non-gay, and you can't even look him up online? I would have had a Private Dick and a credit check on his ass by now." Liz snatched the business card Lacey had propped beside her keyboard. "He even gave you his card? Why don't you just call him? Cyberstalking is for obsessed Justin Bieber fans anyway."
Lacey snatched the card back. "Small problem. I don't know his name."
"I thought you said you met him."
"Well, I sort of met him. My mom and I spent an hour and a half with him yesterday. He gave us an extended tour of one of his properties."