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He smiled back at her. "Absolutely."
He was a step or two away from the refrigerator when he heard her voice again.
"Cups are in the cabinet above the counter closest to the refrigerator."
Grinning to himself, he called out over his shoulder. "Okay, thanks!" When he opened the cabinet, he found the glasses ateye level. "Just where I have mine at home," he murmured under his breath.
He put some ice in both glasses and set them on the counter. When he opened the refrigerator, he saw the beers that she was talking about and the iced tea pitcher. It was a big one. Likely cold brew.
He made quick work of pouring two glasses and made his way back into the main room of the house to find her sitting on the floor.
Well, not the floor exactly.
"I know it probably looks weird," she explained. "It's just the way I was raised. My parents had me when they were older. And things were mostly the way they were done in Japan. My mom came over to marry my dad. So I just do it when I'm home because-"
"Because you're home."
He put a glass down near her hand and looked up at the couch to see another square cushion like the one she was sitting on. "Can I use one?"
She brightened at that. "Sure! You don't have to sit down on the floor, though."
"I know." He dropped the cushion down along the other side of the coffee table. "But this should be fun."
She laughed under her breath. "Okay. Don't complain if your legs fall asleep."
Later, right around the time he was just getting his second wind, Kay was sound asleep against his shoulder, and he didn't want to move. They were still sitting on the floor with a marathon of Cold Case episodes going on her TV and yes, his legs were asleep.
He laughed until his shoulders were shaking and still, she slept on.
FIVE
There wassomething to be learned from the fact that every doctor that she worked with in the Emergency Room was single or divorced. Well, okay, Roan was different, but he was making an effort to make sure that he had his priorities in order to make things work with Pilar.
Kay was struggling to remember why she had put her hat in the ring for the next position as the Head of the Trauma department.
Since the night that she'd fallen asleep over Smokey's BBQ with Gibson, she hadn't seen him more than a couple of times and one of those had been in the Emergency Room.
It was the same day when a massive pileup on the Interstate flooded them with over nearly twenty patients.
She'd seen Gibson from a distance at first with his helmet on.
The only thing she could do in that moment was take a good long look and see that he wasn't injured. All she could allow herself was that look because she was dealing with a young man who had a face full of glass shards from the windshield he'd almost been thrown through.
She had to get him stable with enough pain meds to make him calm but not enough to knock him completely out. She had to ask him questions and get a full picture of his injuries before she decided what was the next step in his treatment.
After him, there was a young pregnant mother with a deep laceration to her thigh.
She went from stable to in jeopardy in a heartbeat and Kay had her hands full literally and figuratively.
By the time she'd had a moment to breathe, Gibson and Truck Forty-Two was gone.
Every day she told herself that she'd call him and invite him over for dinner, or lunch, whatever. Then every day she ended up too busy. Or too exhausted to call.
Or that's what she told herself.
Kay stopped at the nurse's station and leaned against the counter to look at Thuy. "Okay, I've sent Tyler Jessup to imaging with Baldwin and I've already spoken to Doctor Webb. He's going to meet them over there."
Thuy looked up with concern written plainly across her features. While Callen Webb was the head of the Trauma Department, they only called him in for a consult when things were dire.
