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by Stephani Hecht
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When Forrest learns that he's being transferred to Pontiac, the young paramedic is excited. Not only did he grow up in the Michigan city, but the move will put him closer to his ailing father. Then the night before he leaves Flint, he's viciously attacked in a bar parking lot and nearly dies. After he moves to Pontiac, he vows to put the horrible experience behind him and never speak of it to anyone. He soon finds out that he can't forget that night of terror or the anger that still lingers inside him. Patrick is new to Pontiac as well. A physician who just moved into the state, he soon finds himself intrigued by the attractive, yet brooding paramedic. As he tries to get closer to Forrest, he is dismayed and annoyed when the punk brushes off his advances. But, Patrick has never been one to give up on something he wants and he's never wanted anything more than to finally have Forrest all to himself. Forrest wants badly to be able to return Patrick's affection, however, the attack has left him vulnerable and unable to even be touched. Will Patrick be able to heal Forrest, or will they both be doomed to be alone?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
39 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [129 KB]
Reading time: 80-112 min.
Patrick hung a quick left and opened the door to the closet-sized room that the EMS crews used to write up their run sheets and other paperwork. The room was glaringly white, the bright florescent lights bouncing off the floor and walls. A long table took up most of the space although they'd managed to squeeze in a counter. Forrest stood at it, pouring a cup of coffee. He brought it up to his nose and gave slight grimace, the gesture made him seem almost boyish.
"The Jell-O isn't much better," Patrick said.
Forrest jumped, nearly dropping his cup. He fumbled for a few moments before he recovered. An appealing blush covered his cheeks as the corner of his mouth kicked up into a hint of a smile. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were there."
"Well, you know what they say about us doctors...we're known for our Ninja-like stealth skills."
"Really? I'd just heard you guys like to play golf and always stick others with the check at restaurants," Forrest teased back, a cute, lopsided grin coming over his face.
"Hey, that's not fair. I just paid for Margo's lunch the other day," Patrick countered as he stepped further inside the room.
"And where did the doctor take the pretty nurse?" The corners of Forrest's lips twitched, showing he very well knew how corny that question sounded.
"Taco Bell," Patrick admitted, a heat coming over his face.
It was worth the embarrassment because it earned a chuckle from Forrest. The medic's laughter sounded soft and rich at the same time and made a slight shiver dance over Patrick's body.
God, just when I think he couldn't get any better, he has to go and show that he can be playful and sexy at the same time.
"So why are you slumming in EMS land?" Forrest gestured around the small space. "It can't be for the stale donuts and the decades-old coffee."
"You forgot this in the room." Patrick lifted the thick metal clipboard up as a peace offering.
"Oh, thanks. I'd be lost without that thing."
Patrick held it out and, as Forrest reached forward to take it, their gazes locked. As sappy and teen angsty as it sounded, Patrick found himself lost in the man's soulful, brown eyes. He must not have been the only one to feel it either, because damn if that blush covering Forrest's cheeks didn't return.
"Yeah, I guess you would be. I know how it is in the medical field, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork." Patrick winced as soon as he realized how idiotic that sounded.
Forrest didn't seem to mind. He flashed that endearing grin again. "I hear you. I swear they're going to start making us document when we take a piss. They keep track of everything else."
"How long have you been working in Pontiac? I just got here a couple months ago myself, but I don't think I've ever seen you before."
All the humor fled Forrest's face as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "I was supposed to transfer here from Flint six months ago, but an injury kept me sidelined until just last week."
"Nothing too serious, I hope."
Forrest worked his bottom lip again as he shrugged. "Nah, it's not even worth talking about."
Patrick didn't press. The fidgety way Forrest acted relayed the medic didn't find the subject comfortable. There would be plenty of time to learn about the man because Patrick already decided that if he had his way, they'd be getting a lot closer.