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autopilot as Zane steered him to the passenger seat.
Zane helped him in, pushed the door shut, walked around to the
driver‟s side, and climbed in. “The fireman‟s truck.”
“He didn‟t use a truck,” Ty answered with all sincerity. “His
jersey says he‟s Tank. I got jacked, man. Dude picked me up and threw
me down. Gave me Vicodin,” he told Zane with a deep frown, not
appearing to notice his thought processes hopping around.
“What‟d you do? Break it?” Zane asked, reaching out to try to
catch the flailing hand that was all wrapped up.
“They told me what was bruised and cracked. Dislocated finger,
maybe a cracked rib. I tried to listen, but the EMT had this….” Ty put
his hand up near his throat and seemed to search for the right word, his
hazel eyes not quite focused. “Really low-cut… I got distracted.”
Zane pressed his lips together to keep back the smile.
“And they counted the run! I had him out at the plate, though. I
held onto the ball. Well, it stayed in my glove, anyway. Glove got
knocked off. Should have been like half a run.”
“That‟s terrible,” Zane murmured as he looked at the mess of tape
that practically cocooned Ty‟s hand.
“It is terrible, Zane! We were only up by one!”
Zane chuckled as he got the truck moving. “Put your seatbelt on,”
he reminded. “It‟s a good half-hour ride to your place.”
Ty nodded and buckled with difficulty. “Were you busy?”
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“No, it‟s fine,” Zane said, glancing at Ty as he drove. “I was just
working on casefile details. Slow night.” He didn‟t mention he‟d
merely been passing time waiting for Ty to get home and call him to
come over. The softball season had been going strong for two weeks
now. Zane would have gone to watch the games, but he‟d been trapped
by the latest PR events for Baltimore business professionals. He
wrinkled his nose. Yet one more work commitment keeping him and
Ty apart. He truly resented not being able to watch Ty in action.
“Can you stay with me?” Ty asked, his brow furrowing
worriedly.
“Of course I can.”
“I can‟t be alone when I take these things,” Ty told him, waving a
small paper packet Zane assumed contained pills of some kind.
Zane frowned, feeling a twinge of worry. “Why not? Besides the
whole falling-over-loopy thing.” Ty‟s reactions to drugs ranged from
hysterically funny to frighteningly horrific, and Zane wasn‟t taking any
chances. He hated to say he enjoyed Ty when he was drugged, because
it usually made his partner sick. But before that he was like a big teddy
bear, warm and open and steadfast and sweet.
“Well, that and sometimes I… quit breathing,” Ty explained in an
offhand manner as he looked out the truck‟s window.
Zane went absolutely cold and gripped the steering wheel so hard
his knuckles turned white. “What?” he asked, tone rising and sharp
with surprise.
“Just a little, like my body forgets it needs air,” Ty offered with
the same maddeningly carefree attitude he handled all the possibly life-
threatening situations he found himself in. “And usually not for long.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ty, don‟t you think that‟s something I
should know ?” Zane asked, voice coming out harsh with worry.
“But I just told you,” Ty said in a hurt voice.
“When you‟ve already taken something?” Zane sucked in a breath
and forced himself to relax, but his pulse had jumped and was now
racing. “Well, now I‟m really glad you called me, because the EpiPens
are all at your place.”
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“Sorry,” Ty offered sincerely.
Zane sighed as he stopped the truck at a red light and reached out
to ghost his fingers over Ty‟s shoulder. He shook his head slightly. Just
the idea of losing Ty threatened to knock Zane over. When they got to
the house, he was finding one or two of those injectors Ty had stashed
all over and keeping at
Zane helped him in, pushed the door shut, walked around to the
driver‟s side, and climbed in. “The fireman‟s truck.”
“He didn‟t use a truck,” Ty answered with all sincerity. “His
jersey says he‟s Tank. I got jacked, man. Dude picked me up and threw
me down. Gave me Vicodin,” he told Zane with a deep frown, not
appearing to notice his thought processes hopping around.
“What‟d you do? Break it?” Zane asked, reaching out to try to
catch the flailing hand that was all wrapped up.
“They told me what was bruised and cracked. Dislocated finger,
maybe a cracked rib. I tried to listen, but the EMT had this….” Ty put
his hand up near his throat and seemed to search for the right word, his
hazel eyes not quite focused. “Really low-cut… I got distracted.”
Zane pressed his lips together to keep back the smile.
“And they counted the run! I had him out at the plate, though. I
held onto the ball. Well, it stayed in my glove, anyway. Glove got
knocked off. Should have been like half a run.”
“That‟s terrible,” Zane murmured as he looked at the mess of tape
that practically cocooned Ty‟s hand.
“It is terrible, Zane! We were only up by one!”
Zane chuckled as he got the truck moving. “Put your seatbelt on,”
he reminded. “It‟s a good half-hour ride to your place.”
Ty nodded and buckled with difficulty. “Were you busy?”
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“No, it‟s fine,” Zane said, glancing at Ty as he drove. “I was just
working on casefile details. Slow night.” He didn‟t mention he‟d
merely been passing time waiting for Ty to get home and call him to
come over. The softball season had been going strong for two weeks
now. Zane would have gone to watch the games, but he‟d been trapped
by the latest PR events for Baltimore business professionals. He
wrinkled his nose. Yet one more work commitment keeping him and
Ty apart. He truly resented not being able to watch Ty in action.
“Can you stay with me?” Ty asked, his brow furrowing
worriedly.
“Of course I can.”
“I can‟t be alone when I take these things,” Ty told him, waving a
small paper packet Zane assumed contained pills of some kind.
Zane frowned, feeling a twinge of worry. “Why not? Besides the
whole falling-over-loopy thing.” Ty‟s reactions to drugs ranged from
hysterically funny to frighteningly horrific, and Zane wasn‟t taking any
chances. He hated to say he enjoyed Ty when he was drugged, because
it usually made his partner sick. But before that he was like a big teddy
bear, warm and open and steadfast and sweet.
“Well, that and sometimes I… quit breathing,” Ty explained in an
offhand manner as he looked out the truck‟s window.
Zane went absolutely cold and gripped the steering wheel so hard
his knuckles turned white. “What?” he asked, tone rising and sharp
with surprise.
“Just a little, like my body forgets it needs air,” Ty offered with
the same maddeningly carefree attitude he handled all the possibly life-
threatening situations he found himself in. “And usually not for long.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ty, don‟t you think that‟s something I
should know ?” Zane asked, voice coming out harsh with worry.
“But I just told you,” Ty said in a hurt voice.
“When you‟ve already taken something?” Zane sucked in a breath
and forced himself to relax, but his pulse had jumped and was now
racing. “Well, now I‟m really glad you called me, because the EpiPens
are all at your place.”
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“Sorry,” Ty offered sincerely.
Zane sighed as he stopped the truck at a red light and reached out
to ghost his fingers over Ty‟s shoulder. He shook his head slightly. Just
the idea of losing Ty threatened to knock Zane over. When they got to
the house, he was finding one or two of those injectors Ty had stashed
all over and keeping at
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