Page 7 of Her Devious Daddies

I tried to stop staring at the two men and get myself together. Fanning myself, I blew out a breath. It had been way too long since I’d been in a relationship. The attractive medic set the bag on the floor next to me and snapped on a pair of purple gloves.

“Hey,” he said with an easy smile I’d drooled over a hundred times before, “I’m a medic with Falcon Creek Fire and Rescue. My name is August.”

“Hi, I’m Karsyn.” I’d meant to give him my club name, but it hardly mattered. August worked in the rescue squad and had to honor patient privacy information.

“I’d like to check your vitals. Which arm has a better blood pressure?” he asked with a wink.

It didn’t matter which arm he evaluated. My blood pressure was going to spike from all this attention. I was certain my cheeks were flooded with color. “Uh, my left one.”

“Great. Thank you.” He pushed the sleeve of my t-shirt high enough for him to wrap the cuff around my bicep. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I had an anxiety attack.”

“Do you know what prompted it?” August finished with the cuff and jotted down the number in a small notepad. Taking my wrist in his gloved hand, he quickly checked my pulse.

“I was observing a few different scenes. I wasn’t actively in one if that’s what you’re asking.” I cleared my throat.

“After an intense scene your body can exhibit scary symptoms and it can happen from observing as well,” he said casually. “I’m going to listen to your breathing.”

I let out a deep breath as I watched him intently. August set the bell of the stethoscope on my chest and nodded once. He looped it around his neck and the movement flexed his forearms. Why did I want to bite them?

“Your vitals are good,” he stated matter-of-factly. “They aren’t giving me any indication of a bigger problem. No need for anything invasive tonight.”

I glanced around the room. “Did you say invasive because we’re sitting in what constitutes a medfet enthusiast’s wet dream right now?”

He grinned, showing a line of dazzling white teeth. August could be a model with the perfect dimple in his chin. It was hard to focus on whatever he was about to say with the way he was looking at me.

“I’m assuring you that you’re going to be just fine. Sometimes when you are in a scene your body can experience the equivalent of shock. There’s no indication you’re having a reaction. If you feel worse or it happens again, I’d recommend you contact your doctor. Did you eat today?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said confidently. “I had three whole meals and a snack.”

“How much water did you drink today?”

“We don’t have to play twenty questions.” I rolled my eyes.

“You haven’t had anything except iced coffee and creamer today, have you?” Logan asked from his spot.

His posture and cocked eyebrow stopped the sassy retort at the tip of my tongue from flying out of my mouth. He’d paid better attention to me then I realized. “It’s not any of your business, but you’re correct.” He rubbed his hand across his mouth as if stifling the urge to scold.

“I’ll get you two bottles of water and you’ll drink them before you leave tonight.”

“I….” Shutting my mouth with an audible smack, I realized I had nothing to say. He knew me better than I knew myself tonight. I handled a lot of things with ease, but self-care slipped low on the list of priorities and so had some basic needs. How embarrassing!

“Speak up.”

“I appreciate it,” I finally replied.

“That’s what I thought.” Logan turned his attention to August. “In addition to your report, make sure you fill out the club form.”

“Always do,” he muttered under his breath. “Not my first rodeo.”

I frowned, wondering why he seemed defensive around Logan. Kendall side-eyed August before looking at me, an unreadable expression on her face.

“It took you nine minutes to get here,” Logan said sternly.

“I apologize, Wicked, but I wasn’t scheduled tonight,” August quickly explained. “I ran out to my car for the gear, or I would have been here in less than three.”

“No one told me we didn’t have a medic on duty, but I’ll be finding out why.”

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