Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Yep. That was Jack.
“Thanks.” I muttered as I walked towards Danni. She was flirting with an ER doctor. Typical. The girl had no morals. Especially since the wedding ring was blatantly obvious to me twenty feet away.
“Unit fifty one, standby at 112 Doral Drive for a pregnant woman in labor. Husband is said to be armed and holding the wife hostage.”
“Unit fifty one on standby.” I said as I jogged past Danni, calling her name as I went.
I ran out at a full sprint, only stopping long enough for the doors to open. Ignoring the imposing shape waiting adjacent to where the ambulance was backed into a bay, I snatched open the door, hopped in, put on my seatbelt, and then waited a minute and seventeen seconds for Danni to hop her happy ass in. That’s right, I timed her ass. Which would be making it into my report on her evaluation when I did it later today.
During that minute and seventeen seconds, I made note that Gabe was no longer there. Typed in the address on the GPS. Flipped on the radio. Fiddled with my watch. Turned the headlights on. Counted buttons on the dash. Anything that didn’t make me look at the asshole cheating bastard in front of me.
“Sorry, girl.” Danni said, as she finally made her way into the truck.
I ignored her flippancy. The girl had zero initiative. I didn’t see her making it long here. That is, unless she succeeded in seducing the boss, which I happened to overhear during a phone conversation she’d had earlier.
Pulling out, I flipped on the lights and headed where the British man on the GPS told me to go. The siren wasn’t needed yet
We made it to the scene unscathed, which was a win with the traffic at its best. That feat in itself was saying something because people are dumbasses when it comes to emergency vehicles. Paramedics have to follow the same laws that regular people do, although we do have some latitude depending on the situation. We still have to stop at stop signs and stop lights. We still have to follow the speed limit.
A muscular officer dressed all in black with his badge clipped to his hip stopped us from getting too close and came up to my window. His eyes flicked to Danni in the passenger seat, but her flirty eyes didn’t faze him any because just as fast they flicked back to me. He was tall, with reddish blonde hair that was sticking up at the top, as if he’d been woken up.
The longer I looked at him, the more I thought he totally belonged on the cover of those historical novels with his chest glistening. He could totally pull off a kilt with a broadsword in his hand and a half-naked woman, dressed only in a tartan covering her buxom bosom, draped at his feet.
His no nonsense clipped tone kicked me out of that fantasy fast. “Stay here until we let you know it’s alright.”
“What’s going on?” Danni said with a husky tone to her voice.
Disgusted at her sultry woman act, I rolled my eyes and focused back on the man. “We’re not sure. The man was the one to originally call and say his wife was holding a knife on him, threatening to stab him. Then the wife called and said the husband was holding her hostage. We’re not sure yet. You’re here just in case….for either one.”
“Downy!” A man yelled and jogged over to him.
As he got closer, I saw that it was the same man who’d pulled me out of the car the first day I saw Jack. He was in much the same attire as Downy, only he had a bulletproof vest over his shirt. Glancing at Downy, I saw that he didn’t have one on. Curious as to why, I asked.
“Where’s your vest?”
His irritated gaze slid to me and then slipped away as he saw the concern on my face.
“Just got here myself. It’s on the hood over there.” He gestured to a black SUV with a lump on the hood.
“What’s that going to do for you over there?”
“Jesus.” He muttered and then stomped over to the SUV, plucked the vest off the hood, and settled it over his shoulders.
Luke’s surprised eyes went back and forth from me to Downy and back again. “What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He muttered and walked to Downy.
“They’re so hot.” Danni said dreamily from beside me.
I snorted. That they were, but they probably weren’t in the right income bracket for her taste. Cops didn’t make shit, money wise. Same as paramedics.
I was so preoccupied with what was going on in front of me that I failed to look sideways until it was too late. My door was yanked open, and I found myself staring down at a very pissed off woman who was heavily pregnant.
“Scoot over.” The woman demanded.
“Fuck you.” I replied automatically.
It wasn’t until I felt a burn, and the excruciating pain in my thigh that I registered that she even had a knife. “Mother fucking son of a bitch!” I fumed, covering my thigh with both hands and applying pressure.
“Now, move over before I slit your fucking throat.” She hissed and waved the knife.
There was absolutely no way I was going to let her have this vehicle. I also knew I wasn’t going anywhere with her, whether it meant I was stabbed again or not. I wasn’t some stupid chick. I knew she would kill me if I went with her. Plus, the bitch was hormonal as hell and I wasn’t sure she was that stable to begin with.
“Move!” She roared and started to swing her knife.
But her downward stroke never came. Suddenly, she was yanked away by the hair. Her struggling body went down hard, but she came back up swinging that knife again with a lethal force.
Jack was standing over her, and jumped back just as she swiped at his lower leg. Once hefting her bulk up off the ground, she went after Jack like she was on speed. Jack, for his part, was trying his best to disarm the woman without hurting her, but she was just nuts. Swinging her arms like a windmill while kicking and spitting.