into surgery.”
“So you managed to follow my orders and get her here in time.” Brody smirked as he dumped a ton of sugar into his coffee.
“Yes, because we both know how I just live to please you,” Chauncey drawled as he rolled his eyes.
He didn’t know how his cousin, Kiefer, could stand working with Brody. Not only that, but they hung out when they were off the clock, too. Chauncey was sure had he been saddled with Brody as a partner, one of them would be dead by the end of their first shift.
Brody dropped into the chair opposite Chauncey. A look of pure mischief danced through the medic’s eyes. “If you only knew how many guys said that to me.”
“Is that before or after they forgot your name?”
“Who says I even tell it to them in the first place?”
Now, that didn’t shock Chauncey. Brody had a bit of a reputation for being a bed hopper. Okay, maybe it was more than a bit. To say Brody liked to play around would be an understatement. At least that’s what Chauncey heard. Other than Kiefer, they didn’t share too many mutual friends, nor did they hang out together. So Chauncey never saw Brody in action.
“Is that all you want in life? One quick, nameless hookup after another?” Chauncey asked.
Brody took a sip of his coffee, then shrugged. “Sure, it’s less messy that way. Besides, what’s the big deal? I don’t see you with anybody special. So your way must not be working either.”
“Who says I’m looking?”
“Sweetie, your kind isalwayslooking for their one true love.”
Chauncey stared at Brody. He knew the medic was twenty, which made him four years Chauncey’s junior. Brody was way too young to be so jaded.
“I’m not saying that I agree with you, but if I were looking for that special somebody, why would that be so wrong?”
“Because there’s no such thing. All love does is make you weak and vulnerable.”
A stunned silence filled the room. “Wow, Freud would have a fucking field day analyzing your mental stability.”
Brody swirled his coffee as he appeared to be thinking that one over. “You may actually be right about something for once. I’m so messed up, I could be the official spokesman for Crazy Town.”
Stunned that Brody would actually admit that, Chauncey was momentarily at a loss for words. Lucky duck that he was, Brody decided to fill that void.
“But then again, maybe that’s not a bad thing. A lot of guys like my eccentricities.”
“Really? And here I thought you were just a brat who needed a good slap on the nose.”
Brody’s eyes flared with anger before he schooled his features and flashed a cocky grin. It occurred to Chauncey that the medic did that a lot. Almost as if he was afraid to show his true self or something.
Brody opened his yap for what was probably going to be yet another one of his irritating comments, but the door opened, interrupting them. Kiefer poked his head in. He impatiently ran his hand through his dark hair and let out an aggravated huff. “Come on, Brody. We have another call.”
Brody started. “Already? We haven’t cleared the hospital yet.”
“Yeah, I told them that, but I guess we’re the only rig they have.”
“What’s the call?” Brody stood and tossed his cup into the trash.
“It’s Mrs. Roberts again.”
Even though he wasn’t on a ground crew, that name was still familiar to Chauncey. An elderly woman with COPD and diabetes, she was a frequent flyer. Still she was sweet enough that most of the crews liked her.
“Shit,” Brody groaned. “It’s only been a couple of days since she last had to go in. It seems like she’s only getting worse.”
Kiefer gave a sad smile. “Dispatch said she was asking for you.”
Brody’s normal smirk, softened. “Really?” “Why should that come as such a surprise? You know how much she likes you.”
For a brief moment, Brody’s glance flickered in Chauncey’s direction as if he expected a disagreement to Mrs. Roberts’ opinion.
“So you managed to follow my orders and get her here in time.” Brody smirked as he dumped a ton of sugar into his coffee.
“Yes, because we both know how I just live to please you,” Chauncey drawled as he rolled his eyes.
He didn’t know how his cousin, Kiefer, could stand working with Brody. Not only that, but they hung out when they were off the clock, too. Chauncey was sure had he been saddled with Brody as a partner, one of them would be dead by the end of their first shift.
Brody dropped into the chair opposite Chauncey. A look of pure mischief danced through the medic’s eyes. “If you only knew how many guys said that to me.”
“Is that before or after they forgot your name?”
“Who says I even tell it to them in the first place?”
Now, that didn’t shock Chauncey. Brody had a bit of a reputation for being a bed hopper. Okay, maybe it was more than a bit. To say Brody liked to play around would be an understatement. At least that’s what Chauncey heard. Other than Kiefer, they didn’t share too many mutual friends, nor did they hang out together. So Chauncey never saw Brody in action.
“Is that all you want in life? One quick, nameless hookup after another?” Chauncey asked.
Brody took a sip of his coffee, then shrugged. “Sure, it’s less messy that way. Besides, what’s the big deal? I don’t see you with anybody special. So your way must not be working either.”
“Who says I’m looking?”
“Sweetie, your kind isalwayslooking for their one true love.”
Chauncey stared at Brody. He knew the medic was twenty, which made him four years Chauncey’s junior. Brody was way too young to be so jaded.
“I’m not saying that I agree with you, but if I were looking for that special somebody, why would that be so wrong?”
“Because there’s no such thing. All love does is make you weak and vulnerable.”
A stunned silence filled the room. “Wow, Freud would have a fucking field day analyzing your mental stability.”
Brody swirled his coffee as he appeared to be thinking that one over. “You may actually be right about something for once. I’m so messed up, I could be the official spokesman for Crazy Town.”
Stunned that Brody would actually admit that, Chauncey was momentarily at a loss for words. Lucky duck that he was, Brody decided to fill that void.
“But then again, maybe that’s not a bad thing. A lot of guys like my eccentricities.”
“Really? And here I thought you were just a brat who needed a good slap on the nose.”
Brody’s eyes flared with anger before he schooled his features and flashed a cocky grin. It occurred to Chauncey that the medic did that a lot. Almost as if he was afraid to show his true self or something.
Brody opened his yap for what was probably going to be yet another one of his irritating comments, but the door opened, interrupting them. Kiefer poked his head in. He impatiently ran his hand through his dark hair and let out an aggravated huff. “Come on, Brody. We have another call.”
Brody started. “Already? We haven’t cleared the hospital yet.”
“Yeah, I told them that, but I guess we’re the only rig they have.”
“What’s the call?” Brody stood and tossed his cup into the trash.
“It’s Mrs. Roberts again.”
Even though he wasn’t on a ground crew, that name was still familiar to Chauncey. An elderly woman with COPD and diabetes, she was a frequent flyer. Still she was sweet enough that most of the crews liked her.
“Shit,” Brody groaned. “It’s only been a couple of days since she last had to go in. It seems like she’s only getting worse.”
Kiefer gave a sad smile. “Dispatch said she was asking for you.”
Brody’s normal smirk, softened. “Really?” “Why should that come as such a surprise? You know how much she likes you.”
For a brief moment, Brody’s glance flickered in Chauncey’s direction as if he expected a disagreement to Mrs. Roberts’ opinion.
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