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four-legged variety.”
She glared at him, realizing that her reaction was becoming quite common where Micky Flynn was concerned. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Shove it to the side,” he said impatiently. “It won’t bite and it isn’t loaded. Better yet, give it to me.”
“With pleasure,” she mumbled, handing it to him before she resumed familiarizing herself with the box’s contents. “Are guns part of the standard equipment in EMS medical kits around here?”
“I wouldn’t know. And before you jump to the wrong conclusions, this box is the safest place for me to store a weapon on my plane. Plus, I don’t expect to use it except in a dire emergency, so what better place to put it than in the emergency kit?”
“The plastic tie wouldn’t keep out a persistent two-year-old,” she pointed out before she found the drug she wanted. “For absolute safety, you should use a padlock.”
“I should,” he agreed. “And I used to.”
“Then why not now?”
“Because when our paramedic needed my supplies, the key turned up missing. We finally used a crowbar to get inside and completely broke the latch. Since I can count on one hand the people who know I keep a medical kit, I feel safe with my system.”
“You’re flirting with disaster,” she told him.
“Flirting?” He arched one eyebrow and his eyes held a definite sparkle.
Aware of how handsome she thought he was, and remembering how she’d watched him charm the women at the fire station that morning, Dana regretted the word she’d chosen. Clearly her subconscious was hard at work.
“Courting danger,” she amended.
“Well, now,” he said in his lazy drawl, “there’s danger and then there’s danger. And speaking of which—”
“I know, I know. The storm’s coming. I’m working as fast as I can. You don’t have any nitrous oxide on board, do you?”
He shook his head.
“I didn’t think so. We have to call Dr. Sherwood. I need her permission to administer morphine.”
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in the number. “Can’t you just give it to him?”
“I could if I were a paramedic, but I’m not. An EMT can’t administer drugs without the permission of a physician, but a paramedic can.” While she waited for Micky to reach the doctor, she readied her supplies.
A few seconds later, he snapped the phone closed. “I can’t get through.”
“What do you mean, you can’t get through?”
“Just what I said. I can’t get through. The weather is causing problems with our reception.” His dark gaze met hers. “So now what?”
“Try somewhere else,” she insisted. “The hospital where you’re going to fly us.”
“It’ll take a while,” he warned. “I don’t have the number and I’m not sure I can get through there, either.”
“Try. Otherwise all I can give him is baby aspirin.”
“Tell me you’re joking. Baby aspirin? ”
“Without proper authorization, I can’t give anything else out of that kit. Stop arguing and make the call.”
He punched in more numbers while Dana prayed for him to get through. If she didn’t find a doctor to give her a verbal order, Will would suffer far more than necessary. And if she acted without those orders, she’d be doing exactly what she’d accused Micky of doing—flirting with danger.
He clicked the phone closed. “Can’t get through.”
“Keep trying.” She pushed two aspirin out of a blister pack. “Do we have any water?”
He pointed to the window. “Plenty, but none of it’s drinkable.”
“I have a bottle up here,” Will said. “Can’t reach it, though.”
Dana found the bottle wedged between the gearshift and driver’s seat, then passed it to him, along with the aspirin. As soon as he’d swallowed the tablets, she moved back toward Micky.
“That’s it?” Micky asked, incredulous. “You’re going to rely on aspirin? Maybe I should find a bullet for him to bite on.”
She tried not to take
She glared at him, realizing that her reaction was becoming quite common where Micky Flynn was concerned. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Shove it to the side,” he said impatiently. “It won’t bite and it isn’t loaded. Better yet, give it to me.”
“With pleasure,” she mumbled, handing it to him before she resumed familiarizing herself with the box’s contents. “Are guns part of the standard equipment in EMS medical kits around here?”
“I wouldn’t know. And before you jump to the wrong conclusions, this box is the safest place for me to store a weapon on my plane. Plus, I don’t expect to use it except in a dire emergency, so what better place to put it than in the emergency kit?”
“The plastic tie wouldn’t keep out a persistent two-year-old,” she pointed out before she found the drug she wanted. “For absolute safety, you should use a padlock.”
“I should,” he agreed. “And I used to.”
“Then why not now?”
“Because when our paramedic needed my supplies, the key turned up missing. We finally used a crowbar to get inside and completely broke the latch. Since I can count on one hand the people who know I keep a medical kit, I feel safe with my system.”
“You’re flirting with disaster,” she told him.
“Flirting?” He arched one eyebrow and his eyes held a definite sparkle.
Aware of how handsome she thought he was, and remembering how she’d watched him charm the women at the fire station that morning, Dana regretted the word she’d chosen. Clearly her subconscious was hard at work.
“Courting danger,” she amended.
“Well, now,” he said in his lazy drawl, “there’s danger and then there’s danger. And speaking of which—”
“I know, I know. The storm’s coming. I’m working as fast as I can. You don’t have any nitrous oxide on board, do you?”
He shook his head.
“I didn’t think so. We have to call Dr. Sherwood. I need her permission to administer morphine.”
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in the number. “Can’t you just give it to him?”
“I could if I were a paramedic, but I’m not. An EMT can’t administer drugs without the permission of a physician, but a paramedic can.” While she waited for Micky to reach the doctor, she readied her supplies.
A few seconds later, he snapped the phone closed. “I can’t get through.”
“What do you mean, you can’t get through?”
“Just what I said. I can’t get through. The weather is causing problems with our reception.” His dark gaze met hers. “So now what?”
“Try somewhere else,” she insisted. “The hospital where you’re going to fly us.”
“It’ll take a while,” he warned. “I don’t have the number and I’m not sure I can get through there, either.”
“Try. Otherwise all I can give him is baby aspirin.”
“Tell me you’re joking. Baby aspirin? ”
“Without proper authorization, I can’t give anything else out of that kit. Stop arguing and make the call.”
He punched in more numbers while Dana prayed for him to get through. If she didn’t find a doctor to give her a verbal order, Will would suffer far more than necessary. And if she acted without those orders, she’d be doing exactly what she’d accused Micky of doing—flirting with danger.
He clicked the phone closed. “Can’t get through.”
“Keep trying.” She pushed two aspirin out of a blister pack. “Do we have any water?”
He pointed to the window. “Plenty, but none of it’s drinkable.”
“I have a bottle up here,” Will said. “Can’t reach it, though.”
Dana found the bottle wedged between the gearshift and driver’s seat, then passed it to him, along with the aspirin. As soon as he’d swallowed the tablets, she moved back toward Micky.
“That’s it?” Micky asked, incredulous. “You’re going to rely on aspirin? Maybe I should find a bullet for him to bite on.”
She tried not to take
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