Shock Advised Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Kilgore Fire #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kilgore Fire Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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“Yeah?” He called from the front seat.

The radio squawked, drowning out my reply.

I looked around for anything I could use to throw up in, because it was only moments away, and found a barf bag…or at least what I thought to be a barf bag.

Needless to say, that was what it was used for as I heaved up my dinner and lunch, and probably even last week’s lunch.

Tai poked his concerned gaze around the partition, looked at me, and cursed.

I continued to puke.

Who knew that the back of an ambulance would make my car sickness days return with a vengeance?

Tai wormed his way through the opening, and if I were feeling better, I would’ve laughed at the way he’d had to squeeze his shoulders through.

“Go upfront,” he ordered.

I ignored him in favor of puking again

He cursed again.

PD finally pulled over at Tai’s shouted order, and I finally felt my stomach settle.

I held still for long moments after the rocking had stopped, waiting for the feeling to come back, but never did.

“So, you get car sick?” Tai asked.

I let the Ziploc baggie drop to my lap, and I shakily zipped it closed.

He held his hand out for it, and I blushed fifteen shades of red.

“Just point out the trash,” I ordered.

He pointed to a small waste paper basket against the back wall, and I hurriedly dropped it in and closed the lid.

“Get in the front. I have to get back to the station before another call drops so I can get the hell off shift. Hurry,” he said.

I didn’t waste time arguing.

I was still feeling slightly shaky, and I worried I’d fall to my knees in front of him.

However, my knees held, and I dropped down into the seat across from PD.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped.

He looked down at my shirt.

“You have puke on your shirt,” he quipped.

“Shit,” I said, looking down.

And sure enough, I did have puke on my shirt. Perfect.

Hastily, I strapped my seatbelt on, then reached for the bottom edges of my scrub top before I yanked it over my head.

Balling it up into a clump of fabric I shoved it in my purse that still happened to be in the crook of my arm after all that lovely vomiting.

PD whistled under his breath, and I looked at him curiously.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nothin.’”

I decided to take him for his word, seriously not in the mood to ask him again, let alone to listen to him lie.

The ride in the passenger seat was like riding in a Rolls Royce compared to riding in the back, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I rode the rest of the ride with little to nothing bothering me.

Except for PD’s eyes on me.

Those bothered me.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped.

He shrugged. “What he sees in you.”

I blinked, turning to regard him, then leaned around further to see if Tai had heard.

He hadn’t.

He was laid out on the bench that ran along the length of the box, eyes closed, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I turned back to study PD.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

He glanced at me before turning his eyes back to the road and the traffic in front of him.

“You’re hurting him…still hurting him,” he said. “He’s got enough on his plate. He doesn’t need to be collecting charity cases.”

I blanched.

“Don’t take that the wrong way,” he said.

I turned my eyes straight in front of me. “How do you want me to take it?”

He sighed.

“Tai’s got a soft heart. He’ll do anything to take care of those he thinks that need it. He feels like he has to, to make up for his sister and what he didn’t do,” he said.

“And how do you know that?” I snapped.

“Because he’s me. I’ve been doing the same damn thing, only for a lot longer,” he answered. “Just be careful not to hurt him anymore. You can start by not pushing all of your issues on to him to solve, because he’ll focus on fixing your problems before his own.”

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say to that statement.

I thought on what he said as he pulled into the station, backing the ambulance with ease into the parking bay.

Was I just bringing all my problems to Tai for him to fix?

No. That’d never been my intention.

In the beginning, I’d only been trying to make sure that Colt got what he needed. Any mother would’ve done the same.

However, he’d inserted himself into my mother’s business.

He was also the one that dragged me along with him instead of letting me drive myself home.

I hadn’t asked him to do that.

Chapter 7

EMS. The lights and sirens aren’t just for decoration, motherfuckers.

-Tai’s secret thoughts

Mia

By the time I got out of the ambulance, I’d worked myself into a good hissy.


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