Page 93 of Life To My Flight

“Hey,” Rue said as I pulled on a pair of knit shorts over my boxer briefs.

I looked up to find her watching me with a small smile on her face. “Yeah?”

“Do y’all ever allow ride along’s?” She asked.

I nodded. “Sure. All the time.”

“Really? Do I have to sign up or something? Do I need to have any special permissions?” She asked.

I shook my head again as I pulled a black shirt out of my drawer and shrugged it on. “No. It’s really up to whomever is on duty at the time. Who the flight medic is. Why do you ask?”

She pursed her lips. “I just want to ride along. I’ve always enjoyed doing the trauma rooms, but I think it’d be interesting to see your side of things. I’ve always been curious about first responders.”

“Come with me. What good is being boss if I can’t let you come with me whenever the hell I want to?” I asked.

She grinned widely. “Okay…what do I wear?”

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Rue

“You know,” I said. “You really shattered all of my illusions when you told me you wear clothes underneath your flight suit.”

Cleo chuckled as he walked down the long white hallway that led to the heli-pad.

We were at Life Flight headquarters, and were going out to do the ‘first check’ of the morning.

The first thing Cleo had done when we arrived was find me a flight suit that fit me.

He’d studiously ignored the glares of the man, Alonzo, as he went into the man’s office and started pawing through the closet where all the extra suits were held.

“Sorry to burst your bubble,” he winked. “It just gets hotter than hell in that enclosed space. When you’re in route to the scene, or you have someone back there, you don’t necessarily feel the heat. But once you’re done, it finally hits you. If I’m not wearing anything on underneath, then I wouldn’t be able to pull the suit down.”

I gave him a mock glare. “Still. I had these visions of you and all of them were centered on you having nothing under your suit.”

He rolled his eyes at me, and then pushed the door open that led outside.

“I’m flying today. Ross Bradley’s the flight nurse today. He’s new, so I don’t know much about him other than he’s just started this job, and he’s young. Maybe twenty five or so.”

“Is he cute?” I teased.

He looked down at me, and even though he had on glasses, I could tell he was glaring. “Keep it up.”

I winked at him. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

“You do that, see what you end up with,” he growled, and then gave my ass a sharp slap.

I squeaked and jumped forward. “Agh!”

He grinned and walked in front of me, leading the way to the large white and green helicopter that was in front of us.

“Would you let me fly sometime?” I asked.

I was genuinely interested in learning to fly. I wanted to see why Cleo liked it so much.

“Yeah…no. This is a multimillion dollar machine, and there’s no way I’m going to let you fly it. You’ll have to take actual lessons before I ever consider it,” he said, no bullshitting for my man.

Not that I didn’t respect his decision, though.

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