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    Resurfaced

    By Katharine O'Neill

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    Deepan vowed never to come back to Seattle after surviving the hell that was high school. Being a gay Muslim doesn't go down well with anyone. But the temptation of a better paid job in his hometown was too great, and now Deepan finds he's either brought a stalker with him or the stalker is already here. And things are escalating. When his only salvation lies in his former crush, Deepan finds his lust hasn't gone away. In fact, with time, it's only grown more intense.

    Karl had a high-flying career as a baseball star until injury forced him out. Now he's a cop, and going back to school isn't what he has in mind when he's called to a scene where a former classmate has been murdered in the middle of their high school reunion.

    It isn't until he learns Deepan might be at the center of the case that Karl discovers what he really wants out of life. And who.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateSep 28, 2019
    ISBN9781646560905
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      Resurfaced - Katharine O'Neill

      10

      Chapter 1

      Deepan?

      Deepan jumped when someone prodded him in the side. He spun around and saw his colleague standing beside him with a deep frown. It was then Deepan realized he had been standing at the nurse’s station and designation board for the past five minutes, and hadn’t noticed one of his fellow nurses talking to him.

      He flushed and cleared his throat, putting the lid back on the pen that had been forgotten in his hand.

      Sorry, Steph. I was miles away.

      I noticed that. Steph Flanagan tilted her head to the side. What are you doing? I’ve been trying to get your attention. You can’t afford to go into your own thoughts right now. Not with a full ER.

      Deepan knew that. But he was also the charge nurse for the shift and he was aware of the paperwork piling up on the desk behind Steph. He sighed and gestured at the board.

      I was trying to figure out who’s going into what bed, which department, or just go home. I only just realized someone’s messed up the paperwork when I was talking to one of the patients.

      That had been embarrassing. The board hadn’t got the patient’s name on, so Deepan had assumed the man in question was going home. But going into the cubicle in question and seeing that the patient was in no fit state to leave and should have been taken to X-ray half an hour ago told him something else. Deepan felt about two inches tall as he scrambled to sort out the patient, sending him off to X-ray within two minutes of finding out the mistake.

      Someone had fucked up and this wasn’t the night to do it.

      Don’t we just do it as we go? Steph asked. We all talk and bounce off each other. That’s why the ER’s normally so smooth. She grinned and nudged Deepan. You and I, for example, don’t even need to speak.

      If you’re got people who work regularly together, yes. Deepan saw a discrepancy and took the lid off the pen, wiping away the mistake and writing over it. But some of the newer nurses we’ve had come in haven’t kept up the paperwork.

      It is busy in here?

      Are you trying to defend girls you were ranting and raving about the other day?

      Steph shrugged.

      You’re scarier than I am. And I thought you were happy with them.

      Deepan had been. Five recently qualified nurses had arrived in the ER and, for the most part, they were doing well to keep up with the stress and pace of the job. Three of the girls were doing brilliantly, and Deepan had no issues with them. But the remaining two were starting to show their laziness, and both were working on that shift.

      Paperwork had to be kept on top of, no matter what. And everyone knew it. The charge nurse oversaw everything, and Deepan wasn’t in the mood to finish all the paperwork at the end of his shift when he didn’t know what had happened to half of them. Those nurses needed to buck up or they were walking out the door with Deepan’s boot up the backside.

      Well, just to mess things up for you, there’s another one coming in. Don’t worry, Steph added as Deepan groaned. He said he’s happy to sit out in the waiting room while things are sorted, as long as he can go home afterwards.

      A calm patient. Deepan muttered. One of the few tonight. Depends on how bad his injuries are.

      Someone he was trying to arrest slashed him with a knife.

      The guy’s a cop?

      Yep. Steph took the pen from Deepan’s fingers, snagging the lid before pushing him away from the board. Go and treat him. I’ll take care of this. My brain’s not fried, and you need to remember you’re a nurse, not a paper-pusher.

      But…

      Go, you idiot.

      Deepan didn’t argue. He was too tired to argue. Instead, he headed into one of the side rooms, recently vacated by his broken arm patient. He yawned loudly as he got things ready, making sure everything was clean. He loved his job, and he didn’t mind doing the shifts, but there were only so many shifts in a row he could do without suffering.

      He needed a break. A long one. As long as he could hole up in his apartment with just his roommate to bother him, Deepan didn’t care. That was as good a holiday as anything.

      The door to the room opened, and Deepan didn’t look up as he washed his hands, soaping his arms up to the elbow.

      Just take a seat on the bed. I’ll be with you in a moment.

      Deepan?

      Deepan stilled. He knew that voice. It was one he hadn’t heard in a long time. He looked around, and saw a tall, dark-haired man in the doorway. He was holding a towel over his arm, which was soaked with blood. Blood also splattered his jeans and his pale green shirt. But Deepan couldn’t help but stare at the overall physique of the guy. Tall, slim, but with obvious firm muscle in the compact body. There was a dusting of a silver beard across his jaw, and his hair was splattered with silver, giving off a salt-and-pepper look.

      Dammit, he was gorgeous. Even more so than when they last saw each other. Time had certainly done well on him.

      Deepan realized he was staring with his mouth open. He cleared his throat.

      Karl?

      Karl Fletcher grinned.

      I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.

      I…sorry. Flushing, Deepan reached for the paper towels, wiping down his arms and dropping them into the trash can. I wasn’t expecting the patient to be you.

      And I wasn’t expecting you to be my nurse. Karl’s eyes drifted over Deepan. It’s been a while.

      Yeah.

      Fifteen years, to be exact. The last day being their high school graduation. Karl had been celebrating with the baseball crowd, and Deepan had gone with his small group of friends to celebrate elsewhere. Next day, he went off on holiday with his family for the last time. By the time he got back, Karl had been drafted to play for the Seattle Mariners and was deep into the season.

      Now he stood across the room, looking better than he ever did before. Deepan felt the old arousal stirring again, settling deep in his belly. Swallowing hard, Deepan beckoned Karl over.

      Sit on the bed. I need to check your wounds.

      It’s not that bad. Karl protested even as he hoisted himself onto the bed with one hand. It’s just a scratch.

      Deepan snorted as he put on his gloves.

      If it was just a scratch, you wouldn’t be here. He approached the bed, aware of his pulse picking up in his throat. Now, let’s have a look at it.

      Are you flirting with me?

      Deepan started. Karl was watching him with a smirk. Damn, that smile had the same effect on him as it had done when they were sixteen. Whenever they were in class or when Deepan tutored Karl in algebra or geometry and Karl used that smile, Deepan had almost been on his knees. The man—boy, back then—could have said jump, and Deepan wouldn’t have argued.

      A school crush clearly hadn’t gone away even after fifteen years apart.

      You want me to flirt with you? I’m easy.

      Deepan fought back the building desire to grab the man. His cock was starting to wake up at the thought of physically touching Karl for the first time in over a decade, and scrubs wouldn’t be able to hide that. He cleared his throat and scowled.

      One thing I know about you, Karl, is you’re never easy.

      He began to peel the towel off Karl’s arm. His sleeve was saturated with blood. Deepan unbuttoned the sleeve and then picked up the scissors.

      I’m going to need to cut off the sleeve. You okay with that?

      Karl shrugged.

      Never liked this shirt, anyway. He was watching Deepan with a curious expression. When did you get back?

      About six months ago. Deepan didn’t look up as he began to slice through the cloth at Karl’s shoulder. A higher-paid job came up here, so who was I to refuse when it was offered?

      I thought you said when we were kids, you’d never come back once you got out.

      Deepan paused. He hadn’t realized Karl had remembered that. He had more bad memories of high school than good ones, and Deepan had vowed to

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