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perfect,” Tai sighed. “The busiest freakin’ road in Kilgore, and we’re working a call on it.”
    We got there less than five minutes later, and when I stepped foot on the icy white ground, I slipped.
    I caught myself on the side of the medic, then shuffled awkwardly to the back of the ambulance.
    “Naomi,” I called. “When you get out I want you to start doing a perimeter check.”
    She looked at the cars, then nodded, seeing the empty car seats just like I had.
    “Got it,” she agreed, stepping out of the back.
    I caught her before she could fall on her face, and I said, “Please be careful.”
    She nodded, smiled, and we started working.
    I saw her the entire time out of my peripheral vision while I worked on stabilizing the two patients in the two separate cars.
    I saw she’d gone to the third guy, the one who’d been up and walking around, and started questioning him.
    I’d just turned around when I heard the screech of tires, followed by the terrified screams of Naomi.
    As I whipped my head around, I witnessed every firefighter’s worst nightmare.

Chapter 4
    I wish I could stab idiots with my head.
    -Unicorn
    Drew
    My drive home was almost on autopilot.
    I hadn’t realized I’d even made it onto my street until the turn into my driveway was suddenly upon me.
    I pulled in and nearly laughed when I saw Aspen trying to check her mail.
    She was balanced on the mailbox, leaning over and around it as she struggled to reach the paper that was in the very back of the box.
    Putting it into park and getting out, I shut the door then walked across the street.
    She looked up almost sheepishly, staring at me like I was Superman.
    “Need help?” I asked her.
    “Now,” she glared. “What would give you that idea?”
    It was more than obvious that she wasn’t in a good mood.
    I wasn’t either.
    “Your friend’s going to make it,” I told her. “She has a concussion. One of my fellow firefighters pulled her out of the way in time.”
    Her head dropped and then her shoulders started to shake.
    “I feel so terrible,” she moaned, pushing away from the mailbox and scooting back three steps before she whirled around and started to hurry to her house.
    I got her mail and trashcan, shoved my keys into my pocket and followed after her.
    She’d left the door to her house open, so I took that as my indication that I was allowed to come inside.
    Dropping the mail onto the front entry table, I closed the door and followed the sounds of sobbing into the kitchen.
    Then even further into the master bedroom that was off the kitchen.
    I found her face down on her bed.
    I wasn’t really good at handling crying females.
    Hence why I just ignored the problems going on in my marriage instead of tackling them before they got too bad.
    “Aspen?” I said softly.
    Aspen’s tear-filled eyes rose, taking me in, and she offered me a watery smile.
    “I’m hormonal,” she whined. “It’s the female equivalent of dying, you know?”
    No, I didn’t know.
    Which she got, the longer she looked at me.
    “I’m on my period, and I cry a lot for random reasons.” She explained more in depth. “And my best friend nearly got run over by a semi-truck today, and I can’t even go see her in the hospital because of this stupid piece of crap,” she growled in frustration. “Stupid Danny.”
    “Come sit outside with me,” I ordered softly.
    I needed to get out of her bedroom.
    Even the talk of her being on her period didn’t have any effect on my cock.
    It was raging, and I was somewhat happy to know it was still functional.
    I hadn’t gotten a hard-on from an actual real live woman in months. Though I’d sure as hell tried multiple times—which ended in embarrassment on my end.
    Call me crazy, but I guessed it was related to the fact that a woman had thoroughly fucked me over.
    Then my daughter, who I didn’t want to admit was a woman yet, had gutted me.
    Needless to say, I wasn’t very sympathetic to the female plight