Page 18 of Life To My Flight

Cody snorted a laugh. “No, he went to that Mexican food restaurant down the street from their building. I told him what to get you.”

My stunned eyes turned into his direction. “What do you mean you told him what to get me?”

“Exactly what it sounded like. He called here looking for me, asked me what your favorite food was, and I told him. Simple as that,” he shrugged.

I turned to see Cleo closer now, but he’d been stopped by a couple of happy journalists asking him questions.

Flight nurses and medics were like rock stars. All you could do was stare at them in awe.

It took a special person to be a flight medic.

You fly in the rain, snow, sleet, or shine. Then there were the freak crashes that happened every once in a while.

You were all alone up there with literally no one to rely on. You couldn’t just pull over when the patient started going bad or it was just too bumpy to do some of the things that you needed to do. You couldn’t even have the pilot help. The companies wanted them focusing on flying the plane; not what was going on in the back. Consequently, the majority of them didn’t even have their paramedic or nursing license.

“I can’t believe you,” I sighed. “Why does he even know who you are, anyway?”

Cody stood up and stretched. His navy blue scrubs riding up and exposing his taught abdomen.

Cody was a soccer player.

He could’ve gone pro, but he’d had a calling.

He became a nurse when he was twenty-two, and was now well on his way to being a nurse practitioner.

“I was going to go out there and kick his ass when you came in crying earlier, but then I saw the size of him, and I changed my mind,” Cody grinned.

I snickered, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, God. The look on your face would’ve been priceless. I wish I could have seen that. That’s perfect.”

Cody grinned unabashedly at me before disappearing around the edge of the courtyard and walking back inside.

I saw him walking down the glass hall towards the back entrance of the ER just scant seconds later.

“Nice guy,” Cleo’s deep voice said from in front of me.

I turned my gaze away from my friend’s retreating back to Cleo’s penetrating gaze.

He looked sexy in his black flight suit and Ray Ban sunglasses, with his helmet under one arm.

He held out the food and took a seat on the bench beside me.

“Who is?” I asked as I took the food and set it down in between us.

I opened the bag and nearly died at the smell of warm, melty cheese and spices drifting out from within.

“Papa Taco is my favorite,” I said as I started lifting out the plates.

“I know,” Cleo explained as he reached for the forks.

I handed him over one of the aluminum containers before opening my own and taking the fork from him.

“What’d you get?” I asked as I took the first bite of the deliciousness.

“The same thing as you. It’s my favorite too,” he denoted.

I didn’t comment on that.

I was still mad at him.

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