Put Out (Kilgore Fire Book 5)(12)

By: Lani Lynn Vale


I looked up as I pulled on scene, and my heart immediately started to beat quickly in my chest.

“Yeah,” I swallowed thickly. “That’s Angie.”

Tai clapped his hands together. “That’s it!”

“She looks pissed,” I observed as I stopped next to the first car.

Tai got out, and I followed, walking to the scene that was about ten yards from the ambulance.

“Angie?” I called out.

Angie, not looking just pissed, but rather livid, turned her gaze to me.

“Hey,” she ground out before turning her gaze back to the woman that was sitting on the curb.

“Were you one of the ones in the accident?” I asked her, concern starting to leech into my voice.

She nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked.

She pointed at the woman that was sitting on the curb.

“I passed her because she was going twenty in a fifty,” she gritted her teeth. “And once I passed her I saw that she was on her phone. Reading a fucking book.” She shook her head. “I get in front of her, and I’m driving for about a minute and a half before she rear-ends me when I stop for an eighteen-wheeler that pulled into the roadway.”

The woman was glaring at Angie and I knew for certain it was true.

“Are you okay?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

Then her pupils dilated, and I could tell that she was lying.

You couldn’t hide pain like that. Especially not to a trained paramedic.

“Come sit down,” I held out my hand.

She took it, her lovely face kicking into a small smile as she did.

“You’re bossy,” she grimaced. “I kind of like that.”

A grin tugged at the corner of my lips as I led her to the ambulance.

“Take a seat,” I gestured to the cot inside the medic. “Anything hurt in particular?”

She shook her head, but quickly lessened her gesture by rubbing at her sternum.

“Seatbelt get you?” I asked.

She swallowed, then nodded her head.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Got me good, I think.”

“Why don’t you take the shirt off so I don’t have to cut it off,” I tried really hard to sound professional.

However, the moment the words came out of my mouth, I didn’t miss the way her body shifted, and not in discomfort this time.

“Ummm,” she looked out the ambulance doors to where they were wide open for all to see, and then shook her head. “I’ll pass.”

I snorted and climbed inside, drawing the doors closed behind us.

“Better?” I asked.

“Uhhh,” she pursed her lips. “Yeah.”

Then she took her shirt off, leaving me speechless.





Chapter 5


I put out.

-Firefighter t-shirt

Angie

I slammed into the door of my house two hours later, so far away from a good mood that it was almost comical.

Almost.

I huffed a laugh and walked into my bedroom, drawing my shirt off over my head and chucking it on the floor in the corner of the room.

Starting to pace, I lifted my hands up and ran my fingers through my hair, halting my forward progress to work out a knot when my fingers became tangled.

“That wasn’t very nice,” my brother said as he followed me into the room and flopped down on my bed.

“I’m naked,” I snapped at him.

“You’re wearing a sports bra and jeans. You’re wearing more right now than when you go to the beach every summer.” He rolled over and sighed. “Will you let me stay over here and sleep for a couple hours? Maybe tell Mandy that you need my help for something?”

The pleading in his voice made me want to grin.

I didn’t dare.

Then he’d think I’d agreed to his stupid plan.

“Mandy is at home with your three-month-old twins,” I told my rotten brother. “She deserves to have you home helping instead of taking a nap at my place.”

He growled.

“You knew what you were getting when you decided to have a baby,” I poked him with a finger, and he grunted.

Pushing him over with my fist, I ripped my shirt out from underneath his body and shrugged it on.

“Why do you persist in wearing that ugly shirt?” he asked, squinting one eye open to look at me.

I slipped the shirt on over my sports bra—that did in fact cover half of my body since the damn thing had to be industrial strength due to the bounciness of my boobs—and dropped down onto the bed beside him.

“He looked at me like I was a freak.”

“You are a freak,” he countered.

I dropped my elbow into his back and grinded down.

“Owww!” he yelled. “Fuck! Stop!”

I grinned and let up on him.

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