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“Hey, Mr. Mormont. Dispatch said you called complaining of tightness in the chest,” Slate said.
“I did, but it subsided. I think it was a severe case of heartburn.”
Slate nodded. “We’re still going to check you out, okay?”
They went through a routine check. Everything sounded, looked, and felt normal as Mr. Mormont told them about a bridge tournament at the senior hall he planned to attend on Monday. When they were satisfied he was fine, they packed up. Mr. Mormont asked if they had anything exciting planned for the weekend or if they had done anything over the previous one. They indulged him as Slate filled out the report paperwork.
“I’ll see you boys later,” Mr. Mormont stated as they exited his house.
“He meant that literally,” Jonah said when they slid into the ambulance. “On the plus side, we can return to the station.”
They only had fifteen minutes left of their shift, and Slate headed toward the ambulance station. They pulled in a minute before the end of their shift without another call and turned in their reports while an oscar restocked the ambulance for the next shift.
Ten minutes later, Slate said bye to Jonah as they went their separate ways. He was ready to get home and laze the evening away.
It was after seven-thirty when he pulled into his driveway and headed straight for the kitchen when he entered the house. He tossed his phone on the counter, pulled out some leftovers from the night before, and popped them into the microwave. He left it to warm while he rid himself of his uniform, leaving him in his boxers and T-shirt.
His phone rang several minutes later as he pulled the food from the microwave.
“What’s up, Ace?”
“Are you still at work?”
“No, but you asking means you want to talk about work.”
Ace chuckled. “Something like that.”
“What is it?”
“With the new training needed for the expansion, we’ll need more than the two of us doing it. Killian proposed group training, which I agree is the best option. But I want to keep them small, four at most per group. I think we need at least three other trainers. Five is a good number to have, and we can make it work with four on the days you’re unavailable.”
Slate didn’t recall them discussing him becoming a trainer, but he said he would take on a more active role when Ace needed him to. He supposed that time was now.
“I agree. Big groups make it too easy to overlook someone who needs additional training. It would be more beneficial to promote tier-one bodyguards to trainers. They’re formermilitary personnel licensed to carry, and I’m sure several of them will want to take on the new assignments. Let’s train them first and then transition to training the others.”
“That’s my exact thought. I know you work tomorrow, but do you have plans for Monday or Tuesday? I want us to run through the training to see where to break it down.”
Slate didn’t have to work Sunday since he and Jonah agreed to switch shifts with another unit a couple of weeks ago.
“I don’t work tomorrow, but I have plans. I’ll come by the facility Monday afternoon, and we can work on it.”
“That works. I’ll see you then.”
They ended the call, and Slate turned on the television as he continued his dinner.
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“It’s open,” Talia called to the knock on her door.
She’d only been home an hour and was in the middle of making dinner. Instead of going out on the town, she and Alivia were spending their Saturday night in since she was going on her second date with Slate tomorrow afternoon.
“Hey,” Alivia greeted, entering the kitchen.
“Hey,” she responded, looking over her shoulder.
“I brought dessert and a couple of movies.” She placed a bag on the countertop. “Do you need some help?”
“No, everything should be done soon. You can take out the dinnerware.”
