Love On Call

Abby laughed and some of the pall lifted from her heart. “I actually believe you, and I’m very glad to know that your new office is about the size of a telephone booth and not very private.”

“Why would I want to have sex in a telephone booth when we have that spacious eight-by-ten bedroom at home with a sixteen-year-old sleeping in the loft?”

“Oh, come on. It’s at least ten by twelve.” Abby sighed, aware their courtship was far from typical—they hadn’t had much chance to bask in the insanity of falling in love when she had a teenager to raise. A particularly vulnerable teenager at that. She couldn’t be more in love or more ecstatic, but she still wished she could be as free as her friend Presley seemed to be in her new love life. For all appearances, Presley Worth and Harper Rivers spent every spare second enjoying one another. Abby didn’t want Flann to miss a second of that kind of pleasure. “I know, I’m sorry. It is crowded.”

Flann ran her thumb along the curve of Abby’s jaw. “It’s perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing—well, I’d like a bigger bedroom with a slightly more substantial door on it.”

The light in Flann’s eyes telegraphed exactly what she was thinking about. Abby blushed.

“Really, Abs?” Flann murmured. “After what we did just last night, you’re blushing at the mere suggestion of carnal pleasure?”

“Stop,” Abby whispered, struggling not to touch her. “I can’t be thinking about that right now.”

“Funny, I can hardly stop thinking about it.” Flann traced a finger along her jaw. “Besides, we won’t be there much longer.”

“God, I hope this contractor turns out to be someone we can work with. I really want to get the new place renovated so we can move in before winter.”

“Baby,” Flann murmured, “winter comes early in these parts.”

Abby’s eyes took on that fierce light Flann had come to recognize as absolute determination. “The first snowfall is five months away. That’s plenty of time to get us two working bathrooms and a decent kitchen.”

“And a roof that doesn’t leak and some modicum of heating,” Flann added.

“You said one of those pellet stoves would heat the whole place.”

“Probably. I said probably.”

Abby tapped Flann’s chest with a fingertip. “We paid cash so we could get our family moved in as soon as possible. And that does not mean next year. I want to have our own private bedroom.”

“I’m sure Blake would like a bedroom too.”

Abby laughed. “I think he only mentions it once a day.”

Flann’s heart gave a little jog at the words our family. She had her own family to look after now, and she hoped to God she was anywhere near as good at it as her mother and father were. “I take it the excitement is over down here. Sorry I missed the fun. How did it go?”

“Good,” Abby said quickly. “Good. Everyone held steady and did their part. We admitted five, streeted three, and didn’t have to transfer anyone.”

“Good for you.” Flann rose and settled her hip onto the corner of the desk, playing with a strand of Abby’s golden hair. She loved the color, like sunshine on a wheat field, and the texture, soft and silky as the strands of fresh young corn. “So what did I see in your eyes when I walked in? Some kind of trouble.”

“I hope you’re the only one that can read me that well,” Abby muttered.

“I better be.”

Abby caught Flann’s hand and kissed her palm. “Believe me, you’re the first to do it and the only one who is ever going to see inside me.”

“What happened?”

“We lost a teenage girl, just a couple years younger than Blake. It was horrible. She suffocated in the silo.”

“Damn,” Flann murmured. “Every couple years something like that happens around here. Who was it?”

“A farm family up the Hudson a ways. Hoffertin. The girl’s name was Annie.”

“I knew a Jim Hoffertin, used to be a quarterback for Granville High. About four years older than me, I think. I know his family had a farm.”

“That’s the father.”

“Man, that’s hard.”

“It’s worse, I think, because the girl went in after her brother when the silage funnel collapsed and they managed to get him out but not her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, so am I.”

“But the brother made it?”

“He did, at least we think so. He’s still on a blower and probably will be for at least twenty-four hours, but his vital signs are good and preliminary EEG shows pretty normal activity. We were lucky—our PA started to lavage him right away and cleared his lungs enough to ventilate him.”

“Nice. Pretty sweet trick for the ER.”

Abby smiled. “Eventually you’ll learn to respect what we can do down here.”

Flann spread her hands. “Hey, I’m not arguing. The more you do, the more time I have to take care of the real emergencies.”

Abby snorted. “God, I don’t know why I love you as much as I do. You’re such an arrogant ass sometimes.”

Flann leaned down and kissed her. “It’s because I’m so good in bed.”

“That must be it, because it’s certainly true.”

“Replay tonight since neither one of us is on call?”

“Tonight, sometime. I think Blake and Margie need a ride to some event at the fairgrounds, and we’ll probably have to pick them up.”