Sudden Response (11 page)

the phone he left off the little fact that the patient had managed to switch the safety off just seconds before Joe's little stunt.

Joe's little groan had him loosening his hold and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He had to figure a way to get Joe the hell

off the truck before something bad happened.

"Nathan?"

"Yeah?"

"A re you still looking for a secretary?" he asked, glad that it was too dark for his brother to see the calculating expression on

his face.

Nathan sighed heavily. "Yeah, business is really taking off and I could use a hand in the office to free up some of my time.

Why? Do you know someone?" he asked, sounding eager.

Eric couldn't help but smile. This was going to be too easy. He knew how much Nathan's internet company meant to him. He'd

built it from the ground up when he was barely sixteen years old. It was his baby, his pride and joy and he knew the man was

nervous about letting anyone near it.

This was perfect. Joe needed a new job and Nathan needed someone he trusted. He mentally congratulated himself on his fast

work. This was going to be easier than he thought.

"Joe," he simply said.

"Joe, what? Is she awake?" Nathan asked. Eric heard the telltale sound of the sleeping bag zipper being pulled down and

wasn't too surprised to find Nathan standing next to the bed, peering down at Joe nervously. The man clearly wanted to make

sure Joe was okay and what better way to do that then to give her a safe job?

Too fucking easy.

"She's fine."

"Oh," was Nathan's obviously confused response.

"I meant you should hire Joe."

There was a heavy pause before Nathan snorted his reply. "No way. No fucking way in hell. Not happening."

"What the hell do you mean 'no way'?" Eric demanded, shifting Joe out his arms so that he could sit up and properly glare at his

brother.

Nathan simply turned his back on him and returned to the safety of his sleeping bag. "Just what I said. There's no way in hell

that I'm hiring Joe. Besides, she has a job already. A good job I might add."

"Why the hell wouldn't you hire Joe?" Eric demanded, unable to stop himself from feeling insulted on her behalf. "She's a good

worker, never late, and she works her ass off."

"She's also stubborn, pushy, and would laugh her ass off the first time I asked her to do something," Nathan pointed out.

Eric opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it, realizing that he was right. Nathan would probably fire Joe's ass within the

first hour. Joe was a great EMT and never argued or copped an attitude with one of their supervisors, but she'd have a hard

time taking orders from a pushover like Nathan.

"Besides," Nathan continued, "it's not like she'll be on light duty forever and I need someone for the long term."

This is where it was going to get a little tricky. Thankfully Joe was still lightly snoring so he didn't have to worry about her

overhearing the conversation and kicking his ass.

Yet.

"A fter tonight, I was thinking it might be better if Joe found something else to do."

"You decided?" Eric could almost picture Nathan cocking an eyebrow with that tone.

"Yes, but it's not only about tonight. This field is too dangerous for a woman like Joe," he ignored Nathan's snort of disbelief,

"she needs a decent paying job, something that won't interfere with her having a life."

"She seems to like her life just fine."

"She deserves better."

A fter a moment Nathan sighed warily. "I don't think Joe would be happy doing anything else, but after seeing what that bastard

did to her tonight I have to admit that I wouldn't mind seeing her in a safer position, too."

"Then you'll help me convince her to find something else to do?" Eric asked, trying not to sound too eager. He needed his

brother on board with his plan. Tag teaming Joe might be his only hope. Of course if he got his mother on board......

"Yeah, I'll help," Nathan said, not sounding too happy about it. "But when she finds out, and we both know that she will, don't

be surprised when I sell your ass down the river."

"Duly noted," Eric said happily as he laid back down and pulled Joe back into his arms. A s long as she was off the ambulance

and safe she could kick his ass and he'd take it with a smile.

*******

and why. It was probably the same reason why her car keys were gone.

A fter throwing one last glare at her closet she stomped over to her nightstand, ignoring the bottle of pain medication, and

snatched up her cell phone and dialed the number of the first bastard she was going to kill.

"You take your pills?" was the first thing she heard when the phone connected.

"You. Bastard," she bit out.

"Did you take your pills?" he demanded again in a bored tone.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you get your ass back over here with my uniforms or so help me I will-"

"I'm sorry, but I can't have this conversation with you until you take your pills," Eric announced, cutting her off.

"Why you little-"

"Take your pills."

"No," she snapped, even though her head was killing her.

"If you want to talk then you'll take them," he said calmly.

Glaring at absolutely nothing, Joe did her best to reign in her temper. A fter a minute she said, "Fine. I took them. A re you

happy?"

Eric sighed heavily. "I would be if you actually took them."

"Fine!" she snapped, grabbing the small bottle of pills, knowing she wouldn't get anywhere until she took them. She quickly

popped two into her mouth and swallowed them with the water someone left by her bed. "Now are you happy?" she asked as

soon as she swallowed them.

"Extremely," Eric said, sounding smug. The bastard.

"Now bring back my car keys and uniforms," she bit out between clenched teeth.

"Sorry, no can do. You're not supposed to drive while you have those pills in your system. So, I guess you'll just have to stay

home and rest like a good little girl."

"Eric,-" she started only to be cut off.

"Besides, I can't really talk right now. I'm kind of busy here with work and all, but before I forget I was supposed to tell you

that mom is really upset with you and hurt that you wouldn't let us call her last night."

"W-what?" she choked out. "Who the hell told mom?" she demanded, wondering which one of them had broken their pact to

keep A lice in the dark about injuries and hangovers. It had to be Nathan, she thought, inwardly cursing. Eric knew better.

Besides he would never screw her over like this.

"I did of course. You know it's really not nice to keep mom in the dark. Now, if you don't mind I really do have to get back to

work," he said cheerfully.

"Please tell me you're kidding," she said, panicking.

"Nope," he said, making the word pop.

Just as a few choice words popped into her head she heard her front door open. She swallowed hard. "Eric, please tell me

that's you coming into the house right now."

"Sweetheart?" A lice called, ruining all Joe's hopes that Eric had lied. "I made Jello!"

"I hate you," she mumbled into the phone before hanging up, but not before she heard Eric laugh. The rat bastard.

Chapter 12

"Did they arrest him?" Greg asked Teddy as the two of them leaned against one of the box ambulances.

Teddy shrugged as he pulled out a cigarette. "They probably will."

Eric shifted the empty oxygen tank to his left hand so he could reach out and flick the cigarette out of Teddy's mouth. "No

smoking in the garage, dickhead," he said, gesturing to the oxygen refill station to their right.

With a sigh, Teddy put his pack away, but made no move to help Eric as he prepared truck fifteen for service. That didn't

surprise him since the prick was lazy. He only exerted himself when he had to, and he made damn sure that he didn't have to

most days. Normally that was bad enough, but today they had Greg third riding with them because the damn kid still needed to

complete his training time. He really wished Bill had managed to get someone else to fill in for Joe today. He hated having this

jerk influencing any of the newbies. The last thing any of them needed was another Teddy.

"Has anyone showed you how to fill the tanks?" he asked Greg.

"Yeah, I learned that a few days ago," Greg said in a bored tone.

"Good," Eric said, thrusting the empty tank in his arms. "Then go fill this up."

Greg looked like he was going to argue, but thankfully kept his mouth shut. He was not in the mood to deal with any bullshit

today.

"What will happen to him?" Greg asked, picking the conversation back up as he did what he was asked.

"He'll probably be sent for an evaluation and have his medication tweaked until they find a dosage that works. Then he'll

probably be sent to a new residential program," Eric said, walking over to the supply shelves to grab a box of synthetic gloves,

size extra large. He was just about to grab a box of mediums out of habit when he remembered that Joe wasn't working with

him.

"He won't get arrested for hurting Joe?"

"No," Eric said. "He's a mental patient. He's pretty much covered while he's receiving help."

"That's fucked up," Greg said.

"That's the job," Eric said, grabbing a box of pens and a fresh pack of run sheets.

"What about the residential home? Will they get into trouble?"

Eric chuckled without humor. "A slap on the hand."

"Joe could sue the program," Teddy suggested, mostly to start shit.

"She can sue?" Greg asked, sounding too damn eager for Eric's peace of mind.

"She could, but she won't," Eric said firmly. That was too much drama, time, and bullshit for Joe.

He finished checking out the ambulance and gestured for Teddy to get his ass in the truck when the other man headed for the

door, no doubt he thought he was planting his lazy ass on the couch and staying there until they had a call. Normally he wouldn't

care so much, but he had a lot of shit to do today

"Let's go," Eric said, grabbing the oxygen tank from Greg and secured the tank into its hold and attached the valves.

"We don't have a call," Teddy pointed out when Eric jumped out of the back of the ambulance. "Until then I'm sitting down," he

said, absently running his fingers over his taped nose.

"I want to go check on Joe," Eric said, gesturing for Greg to climb in the back. A fter a short hesitation he grabbed his

backpack and climbed inside.

Eric walked around to the driver's side.

"Check on her?" Teddy repeated, sounding confused. "Oh, come on!" he said seconds later. "You just talked to her!"

"A re you done with your hissy fit, cupcake?" Eric said, pausing by the driver's side door. "Cause if you are I'd like to go check

up on Joe before we get a call."

Teddy waved him off. "Then go. A fterwards come and pick me up," Teddy said, heading for the door.

"Get in the truck," Eric snapped, tired of this bullshit. He wasn't about to receive a write up because he left his crew member

behind. If they received an emergency call it would be his ass in the sling for not having his partner. He'd have to refuse the

call and that's a game he wouldn't play.

"Or what? You'll write me up?" Teddy snorted.

"In a heartbeat," Eric said with absolutely no hesitation as he climbed into the driver's side. He pulled on his seatbelt and

started the vehicle, ignoring the little rant the prick was having. He wasn't too surprised when a minute later Teddy climbed

into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

"You're a fucking asshole, Eric," Teddy bit out angrily.

"Uh huh," Eric said absently as he reached for the mike. "Echo seventeen to dispatch," he said.

"Go ahead Echo seventeen," dispatch said.

"We're on the air," he said, ignoring Teddy's murderous glare.

"One minute, Echo seventeen."

Eric slowly drove out of the garage as he waited for dispatch to tell them they were clear. Even though he'd left her less than

two hours ago he was anxious to get back to her and make sure that she was okay. Thankfully his mother had a free day, not that

she wouldn't have dropped everything to take care of Joe otherwise he would have banged out of his shift to take care of her.

He didn't want to be here today working with this prick, but he knew if he missed work that would just piss Joe off more and

only make her more determined to get back to work. She was too damn stubborn sometimes. He was not looking forward to the

bullshit he was going to have to go through to get her off the truck permanently, but as long as she was safe and happy it would

be worth it.

"Echo seventeen?"

"Echo seventeen," Eric said, knowing that tone. They were about to get a call. A s long as it was short and sweet he didn't care.

His eyes darted to the dashboard clock. It was barely half past nine in the morning. He hoped they didn't get screwed all day.

Not that he had a problem with working, he didn't. He hated to sit around and normally loved to stay busy, but he was hoping

for a chance to swing by Joe's and bring her something for lunch, knowing his mother wouldn't allow her to eat anything more

than Jell-O and broth all day.

"Echo seventeen, I need you to respond to Sunflower Nursing Home on 34 Chestnut A venue for an unwitnessed fall."