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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He nodded. “Yes. By law, we have to have this testing for other applicants to apply. Equal opportunity and all that bullshit. But if you boys come out, you’ll get it. No problem.”

I nodded and offered him my hand.

Then started forward only to stop and look at him again.

“You never told me about what you found out about the baby daddy and the Air Bitch,” I said.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Not a damn thing. The things Jack provided us with for Jenner Heating and Air, specifically Wanda McCarty, we can’t use since they weren’t obtained by ‘proper’ channels.” He held up his hand to stop me before I’d let loose on him. “That’s not to say that we’re not using what we know to find something we can use.”

I nodded, and he continued.

“I’ve got John running his magic on his end,” Luke said, indicating the department’s computer wizard. “And Edwin McCain has been told that Mia isn’t a suspect in the investigation for the extortion he’s been experiencing. He wasn’t happy about it, but he hasn’t been demanding Mia’s head like he had been doing. So that’s a win.”

I growled in frustration.

“Fine,” I said, frustration clearly evident in my tone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I started walking to the door once again.

“Tai?” Luke called.

I turned my head and looked at him.

“What?” I asked.

“You didn’t ask about the reporter,” he said.

I grinned. “I sure didn’t, did I?”

***

I closed the door to my house and started looking for the woman that I knew was in there.

I’d left her in my bed this morning when I’d received the call from Luke, and she’d promised to stay until I got back.

I found her in the laundry room, leaning over the washer as she tried to get the clothes at the bottom.

Her feet were about half a foot off the floor, and her entire head, as well as most of her torso, were missing from view.

“You need help?” I asked.

She squeaked in surprise, and I grabbed one leg before she could fall all the way in.

“Shit,” she said, pushing herself back up to her feet.

She had an arm full of clothes, and her eyes were filled with fire.

“Sorry,” I said.

She bared her teeth at me and tossed the clothes in her hands into the dryer.

I reached over and easily picked up the last few socks and tossed them to her.

She took those as well and tossed them in, then turned on the dryer before picking up what looked like the bedroom sheets and tossing those into the washer

She didn’t say another word until she’d started that load, too.

“Why are these so freakin tall?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I got shafted,” I said. “I originally ordered a front loader washer and dryer, which required me to get those stupid pedestals,” I pointed to the platforms with the drawers at the base of the washer and dryer that lifted both appliances off the ground about a foot. “But then something happened, and they delivered the pedestals and a top loading washer and dryer. They offered me a reimbursement on the difference in pricing, but refused to give me a refund on the pedestals. So now I’m using them both out of defiance rather than for practicality.”

“That’s...not fair,” she said, giving her opinion.

I shrugged. “Life’s not fair.”

She rolled her eyes, and I could’ve sworn she muttered something similar to ‘don’t I know it.’ But she’d been walking away at the time, and I couldn’t be sure.

“What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the paperwork for the ‘tactical medic’ position that Luke and I had spoken about.

So I told her what it was, and she frowned.

“What’s stopping you from doing this?” Mia asked softly.

She sounded so…accepting.

Shit.

“You…and my brother,” I said honestly.

She pursed her lips.

“Tell me about the job,” she said, leaning her hips against the counter.

The top of her shirt rode up, revealing her white belly, and I had to force myself to look back at her face instead of letting my thoughts drift into how the soft skin of her belly felt against my lips.

“A tactical medic is somewhat of a new prospect, not just for Kilgore, but for the entire country,” I said, taking a seat in front of her. “This all started when the active shooter situations started to become more…frequent,” I said. “Before, they just had their own SWAT guys trained in BLS, or basic life support,” I explained.

I leaned backward and grabbed the coffee pot off the burner and poured coffee in the same cup I’d used that morning.

“Now,” I said. “They’re trying to be more prepared. They want a medic there, on site, in case any of the SWAT team members need them. Not to mention that in active shooter situations there’ll be a lot more potential for injuries not just to the SWAT team, but to innocent civilians as well.”


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