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“Transport from the nursing home. How’s Parker?”
“Straining my last nerve,” I laughed. “I was running around the house getting ready and couldn’t find him. He was outside with the new neighbor.”
Aaron glanced over at me in surprise. He knew where I lived and why Parker going outside by himself was a bad idea. “I’m assuming he’s still alive and kicking.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Of course he is.”
“Any luck on moving out of the neighborhood?”
“I’m getting there. Maybe a year more of this shit.”
“And then I won’t have to see your face anymore or yell at you for running late,” he teased.
“You’re the one who’s always late. This is my first time.”
“You know what they say. It’s a slippery slope.”
“Which explains why I’ve had to cover for you so many times.”
He scoffed at my comment. “When was the last time you ever covered for me?”
I turned to him with a grin on my face. “How about the time you were having sex with Carrie upstairs when the call came in?”
“I wasn’t late,” he argued.
“No, you just came running out to the ambulance with your pants around your ankles. It was very impressive.”
“Okay, that’s one time.”
“Ooh, or when you got drunk with Hank after your shift and passed out on the couch for the night? I have pictures of that.”
Hank was a fireman and the worst influence possible on most of the guys. He drank like a fish and swore like a sailor. Nobody in thestation could keep up with him, but they sure did try. They always failed.
“Alright, alright,” Aaron cut me off just as I was about to give him another example. “Fine, you may have a point. I won’t ever say that you’re late again.”
“Thank you,” I grinned, sitting back in my seat.
“By the way, I may have found a date for you.”
I groaned, rolling my head to stare out the window. “No more dates. The last one was a disaster. Besides, whenever someone hears that I have a kid, they run away as fast as they can.”
“Not all men are like that.”
“Not all, but there are a hell of a lot of them.”
“You know, I’ve picked out some good guys for you over the years,” he argued. “What about Steve?”
“He was a good guy,” I conceded. “There was nothing wrong with him.”
“See?”
“But there was no spark.”
“You didn’t even give him a chance.”
“I gave him three dates. I’m sorry, but if I don’t feel it after three dates, it’s a no-go.”
“That’s harsh.”
