Sudden Response
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In fact it would probably be for the best if she didn't talk to him for a week or two. That should be more than enough time for them to forget their moment of stupidity and get over it. There was no doubt in his mind that in a month or two they'd be laughing their asses off about what almost happened. That moment couldn't come fast enough for him.
They hadn't spent any time together or spoken in a week and he missed her. He felt so damn lost without her. Being without her was hell and he'd do whatever it took to get them back to where they needed to be, where he needed them to be. He needed to talk to her, touch her and hold her.
For the past week he hadn't been allowed to do any of those things. This past week had been the first time since they were kids that they'd ever really spent any time apart and he'd hated it. Every day the ache in his chest intensified until he didn't think he'd survive another moment without her.
He'd tried calling her, but he only got her voicemail. The few times he swung by to see her hadn't gone well either. After the third time she slammed the door shut in his face he'd gotten a little desperate and bought one of those milkshakes that she was addicted to only to have the little brat snatch it out of his hand before slamming the door shut in his face.
Obviously she needed time and he'd give it to her if it meant that things would go back to the way things used to be. Of course the fact that she couldn't get away from him and was stuck working with him for at least forty hours a week probably had something to do with his calm acceptance of the cold shoulder she was giving him, but whatever. He got to spend time with her and that's all that mattered.
She tossed her bag on the freshly made bed, grabbed a book and threw him a killing glare as she walked past him. He should probably give her some space, he mused, but then again she'd had a week without him. He followed after her, knowing that she'd probably kick his ass, but what the hell, it would be worth it just to see her smile.
Chapter 18
"Let me up," she whispered tightly as she struggled to get up, but the big jerk simply tightened his arm around her waist and held her on his lap.
"Hold you tighter?" he asked, sounding put out. "Fine. I suppose I could do that."
Not laughing was one of the hardest things she'd done in a while, but somehow she managed it. She was mad at him, pissed actually and she couldn't believe that he had the nerve to act like nothing was wrong, but this was Eric and they both knew that she couldn't stay mad at him for long no matter how hard she tried.
After what the jerk did she really should stay good and mad at him for a long time, but she just couldn't. She hated the fact that she'd pretty much forgiven him. He cared about her even if he was going about it in a dumb ass way. Instead of talking to her he'd gone the high handed route, but that was Eric and he wasn't going to change and to be honest she didn't want him to.
That didn't mean he got to control her life. He didn't. He may think that he had a say in her life, but he didn't. As much as she appreciated him, Nathan and Alice, she was still very much on her own. She loved them more than anything, but she wasn't their responsibility and sure as hell didn't want them to see her as the burden they got stuck with.
Eric might want to take care of her, but she didn't want to be his responsibility. That was the reason why they'd never moved in together even when they were first starting out in life and sharing an apartment would have made sense. It was the same reason why she worked two mind numbingly boring jobs to pay for EMT training even though Alice and Nathan both offered to pay for it and why she refused to let anyone co-sign with her when she bought her house even though she probably would have gotten a better mortgage if Alice had signed.
Her mother might have been comfortable with leaving everyone else to take care of her responsibility, but she never would be. She liked taking care of herself. She loved knowing that she would never have to depend on another person again for anything as long as she lived.
It was because she could take care of herself that she would never have to worry about coming home only to find her things thrown out because someone didn't pay the bills. She would never have to worry about going hungry or being cold in the winter. She paid her bills, bought her food, had no debt besides her mortgage and had money in the bank for an emergency and paramedic school and last week that had been more than enough to allow her to sleep at night.
Now she was worried. She wasn't sure if it was because of the close call she had or what Eric said, but he had a valid point. Not that she would ever tell him. That would only encourage him and his bossy ways, but she now realized that she needed a backup in case something ever happened that prevented her from working as an EMT.
Her savings were decent and could probably hold her over for eight months, but that wasn't good enough. She never wanted to struggle to pay the bills and she sure as hell didn't want to be put in the situation where she had to take a handout, especially from Alice, Nathan, or Eric, her family. If it ever came to that she would split town, because she just couldn't become someone's charity case.
Over the past couple of days she'd done a lot of thinking and decided that she'd use some of her savings to get more training. She was going to keep her focus on emergency medical services, but she was going to make sure that if anything ever prevented her from working on the ambulance then she'd have a career to fall back on.
"I wasn't done reading that page," Eric grumbled.
"You can read it after I'm done," she explained even as she turned the page back so the big baby could read it.
He snorted. "I don't read romance novels."
She snuggled closer to him, laying her head back on his shoulder so that he could see the book. "Um, you're reading a romance novel now."
"No, I'm not."
"Then what do you call it?"
"Killing time," he said with a shrug.
"Uh huh, you could just as easily kill time by watching the game with the guys," she said, nodding towards the flat screen that had everyone else's attention.
"Why would I do that when we're getting to the sex scene? Would you turn the page already?" he demanded impatiently.
"Sex?" one of the guys repeated and just like that she had ten guys standing behind her as they shoved each other out of the way to get a better look.
This was why she never got to read during her downtime, she thought as she got to her feet, trying not laugh as the guys groaned in disapproval. She rolled her eyes when she caught them pouting. "Here," she said, sighing as she tossed the book to Jim, a firefighter in his thirties. "Just toss it on my bunk when you're done."
"Why the hell did you do that? We were just getting to the good part!" Eric bitched, moving to grab the book back only to find the men gathered tightly around the book.
"Are you coming or not?" she asked, not bothering to look back as she made her way to the ambulance bay.
"Where are we going?" Eric asked as he quickly caught up with her.
"You're buying me breakfast," she informed him.
"No, I'm not," he said, opening the garage door for her.
She turned to glare up at him. "I don't know how the two of you got so damn cheap, but you are buying me breakfast and that's final."
"Yeah, good luck with that, Sweetheart," Eric said, throwing his arm over her shoulders and she couldn't help but let out a little sigh of relief. Whatever insanity had taken over last week was clearly over. They didn't talk about it, but then again they really didn't need to.
They'd been friends for over twenty years and at this point some things didn't need to be said. That little incident in her kitchen had been a mistake, one that made her ache, but a mistake nonetheless and they both rather put it behind them and forget about it. It was just one of those things that was better left alone.
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"Thanks for dinner," Joe said, smiling contently as she nibbled on a ketchup drenched fry.
"You're not welcome," he grumbled, wondering how the hell she got him to pay for breakfast, lunch, an ice cream, and dinner.
Oh, that's right, he thought dryly, she stole his wallet and refused to give it back. Since he caught the little gold digger eying the Hungry Man's Breakfast menu at Rick's Dinner earlier when they grabbed lunch and heard her mentioning something about trying the supreme breakfast tomorrow morning he knew he was going to have to steal his wallet back while she slept.
Normally he wouldn't mind buying her whatever she needed. Of course he busted her chops, but this was his Joe and he made damn sure that she was taken care of, but today everything she did was pissing him right the hell off.
She'd obviously forgiven him since she was talking to him, smiling and even joking around like nothing happened and that had him seeing red. Any other woman would have brought up that disaster in the kitchen at least a hundred times by now. At the very least she should have wanted to ask how he felt about it, but had she?
Hell no, not Joe. She acted like it was over and done with. Did she really want to pretend that she hadn't sucked on his tongue and that he hadn't ground the hardest damn erection he'd ever had against her? Well, he didn't.
He knew he was being an idiot, but he couldn't help it. His pride was taking a beating on this one. Was he really that forgettable? The thought really pissed him off, well, pissed him off more. It irritated the hell out of him that the woman he'd been drooling after for years thought he was that forgettable. Every time she came near him he had to curl his hands into fists to stop from grabbing her and showing her how unforgettable he really was.
"I think we should talk about what happened," he said before he realized what the hell he was doing, but once the words were out of his mouth he decided that they were damn well going to have this little talk.
She shrugged it off as she finished off her last fry. "The nurse was an idiot," she simply said, referring to an earlier call they had where a nurse decided to light up a cigarette next to their patient while they were stuck outside of a nursing home waiting to be buzzed in. They'd both gotten into it with the nurse and were expecting a call from Bill, but he wasn't worried.
"That's not what I was talking about. I think we should talk about what happened last week," he explained and when she frowned in adorable confusion he added, "in your kitchen."
"Well, I gave that some thought," she said, collecting their trash and opened the ambulance door and walked off, leaving him frustrated. Any other woman and he would have thought that she was just trying to create a little drama by waiting to finish that thought, but Joe liked the ambulance tidied up immediately after a meal so that the empty containers didn't stink up the ambulance.
"And?" he prompted when she climbed back into the ambulance and pulled her hair back into a lazy ponytail.
"And I made a few calls and I'm going up to New Hampshire Friday for three days of training through one of the schools to get a few certifications," she explained.