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by Stephani Hecht
Category: Romance/Gay Fiction
Description: Newbie paramedic Dakota knows that the other EMS workers like to call him by his nickname, Status Dramaticus. But it's not his fault, honestly. Okay, so maybe he got into a huge, overblown breakup with one of his boyfriends while they were on the job. And maybe he'd crashed the rig once or twice or?so, but that could have happened to anybody. The exploding oxygen tank incident was another innocent mistake, too, so why do his co-workers keep hassling him? All Dakota wants to do is make a living and a new life for himself in Flint. When Charlie is transferred to the Flint Police Department, he's ready for a change of scenery. While he liked his old city, he was ready to leave all the drama from his family and exes behind. So when he finds himself strangely fascinated by the most dramatic guy in all of Flint, Charlie is both annoyed and at a loss. Then Dakota finds himself in trouble and Charlie knows he has no choice but to help. Will they survive long enough to find true love, or will the drama meet a sad, sudden end?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasy Books, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [72 KB]
Reading time: 43-60 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Charlie let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have you been drinking or something?"
"Of course not. It's much too early for that."
"Then why were you swerving all over the road?"
"The Jonas Brothers made me do it."
Charlie slowly lowered his hand and glared. "Did you just accuse a boy band of making you hit a deer?"
Dakota let out a gasp. "Shoot! I forgot about the deer!" He ran off to the woods that were on the opposite side of the car.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Charlie asked.
"I have to find the deer. I may be able to still save it."
"Seeing as how there is a piece of it embedded in your front bumper I don't think that's going to happen."
Dakota glanced back, wincing when he saw the bloody, hunk of flesh hanging from his car. Well, that was a bit gross.
"I can still save it," Dakota insisted.
He spotted the deer and ran up to it. Kneeling down, he put his head to the animal's chest, his heart sinking when he detected no signs of life. He still didn't allow that to deter him though. Running back to his car, he opened the door and began to rummage around his glove box.
"What are you doing now?" Charlie demanded.
"I'm looking for my CPR mask," Dakota replied, not looking up from his task.
"Why do you need that?"
Dakota paused long enough to shoot off a duh look. "Because there is no way I'm going to do mouth-to-mouth with a deer without some kind of barrier."
"You're going to try to resuscitate the deer?"
"Of course I am. It's my fault he's dead." Dakota accidently pulled out a bottle of lube, his face burning with embarrassment. He gave a tiny smile and an oopsie before tossing it into the back seat.
"I thought you said it was The Jonas Brothers fault," Charlie said. "Are you sure you haven't been drinking?"
Having found the mask, Dakota straightened. "No, I already told you, it's much too early. It's not like I'm my Aunt Clair or something. Because I don't care what she says, a Bloody Mary or a Mimosa still has alcohol in them, so they don't belong on the breakfast table."
Charlie walked up to the deer and held its head. "You broke its neck, so, no amount of CPR is going to bring it back."
For some reason that announcement was the icing on his sucky day cake, and Dakota's heart sank. Leaning against the car, he let out a sigh. "Well, shit."