Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(187)

Chelsea hops out of the truck and walks back to her house with one quick wave over her shoulder for me. I climb into the passenger seat and finish getting dressed as we speed off, lights and sirens blaring.

“What’s the call?” I ask.

“10-15,” Dean says, smugly.

I nod. “Where?”

“Fifth and Rampart.”

“Alright, buddy, slow down there. It’s just around the corner. And it’s a seizure, not a code.” I finish buttoning my shirt and clip my name tag back on. Dean takes the next turn so hard and fast, it slams me into the door. The way he’s trying damn hard not to grin lets me know it had to be intentional.

This guy is a living, breathing version of the paramedic oath we all took. This shift can’t end quickly enough. And I make a mental oath of my own to annoy the shit out of Dean so much that by the end of it, he’ll be calling our Operations Manager begging for a new partner. Being back on a truck wasn’t what I wanted, and I have no reason left to make the best of it.

I’ll come to work. I’ll punch a clock. But I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to stay out of jail and count down the hours until I can uncap a cold beer.

Period.

“You missed your turn, dipshit,” I mutter.