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where you have to be a certain height, follow cardiac guidelines, and not be pregnant.
    â€œ Chérie ?
    I eased myself to turn toward her—to avoid any kind of motion. “Soup sounds comforting.”
    She laughed. “ Chérie , you are too funny. Comforting? I would have said delicious or something similar. Meet me by the employee door in about five minutes. Okay?”
    I nodded. Ick. Motion.
    I leaned against the sink. Yet another case where I was miserable, back to nursing, but working with Jagger.
    Suddenly I felt much better.
    â€œHurry up, Sherlock, we don’t have all day,” Jagger said as I approached the employee’s exit to look for Lilla.
    â€œWe? Oh no. Don’t include me. I’m meeting Lilla for lunch. I’ll see you back here,” I said.
    Suddenly his hand was on the small of my back, the door pushed open with his other, and out we went.
    There in the parking lot sat ambulance #456—with ER Dano at the helm and Lilla riding shotgun.
    For a few seconds I tried to comprehend the situation, but before I knew it, Jagger had me…no…us strapped into the back of #456 and Dano hit the gas.
    I made a mental note to take Dramamine with my daily vitamins until this case was closed.
    I looked at Jagger, thinking if we talked about anything, I’d forget that the front of the ambulance seemed to sway one way while the back the other. “So, any progress?”
    He glared at me. “You all right?”
    Geez. The guy was so astute. “Fine. Just hungry. My blood sugar is probably low. The case? Anything on it?”
    â€œSeems the billing in this place is way out of whack. Dano showed me the daily run sheets and how the paramedics chart.”
    â€œYou didn’t know that? I mean how to chart?”
    He looked at me. I thought he’d accuse me of something, but he merely said, “I worked paramedic at a different company. They’re similar but different.”
    â€œApples and oranges?”
    Jagger bent his head and looked at me. Had to want to shake his head, but he held steady. Well as steady as one could riding with ER Dano.
    Just then several packages of gauze sailed off the shelves as Dano made a right. I’d hate to think of what it’d be like if we were going to a 911 call.
    â€œAnyway, we need to get into billing to check things out,” I heard Jagger say. “Lilla can’t do that for us. We need her to run interference.”
    Suddenly I noticed a slight grin on Jagger’s face and knew, just knew, he was picturing Lilla running…and getting hot.
    â€œI’m starved. You?” I lied to change his visual.
    He didn’t look up but nodded. “I can eat.” Then he leaned back and shut his eyes, I’m sure falling asleep with the life-threatening motion.
    I watched him for a few seconds and told myself that surely Jagger would have enlightened me more if he knew anything else I should know. Surely.
    Dano bit into his roast beef sandwich while a drop of horseradish dripped out the other end. He didn’t even flinch. Not only was this guy hardened about his job, maybe even life in general. He was a fun study though, I had to admit.
    â€œSo,” I said to him even though he didn’t look up. “Are either of the Sterling twins married?”
    ER Dano kept eating.
    Lilla gave me a shrug.
    And Jagger took a sip of his black coffee and looked at me over his mug with a “what the hell difference look” on his face.
    â€œDano, are they?” I persisted, not even sure why I cared.
    Dano took another bitem looked at me, and shrugged too. Only his shrug looked like he knew, didn’t give a shit, and wasn’t about to tell me anything.
    Lilla started to ask him about how long he’d worked at TLC, and when he perked up and answered “years,” I decided I was spinning my wheels at this meal. I excused myself to leave for the ladies’ room.
    No one said a