Paramedics Mia and Lacey never expected to find ‘forever’ at work! But can they overcome personal traumas to claim it?

Paramedics Mia and Lacey never expected to find ‘forever’ at work! But can they overcome personal traumas to claim it?


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GAME, SET, LOVE: 40% OFF ALL ROMANCE BOOKS WITH CODE 40LOVE24 🎾❤️Mills and Boon header logoSearchTITLE, AUTHOR, KEYWORD OR ISBNSEARCHBag0MenuCLOSENEW RELEASESBOOKSCOMING SOONSUBSCRIPTIONSFREE READSBLOGSALEFOLLOW USLOG INYour BagCloseYour bag is currently empty.Order total:£0.00 GBPVIEW BAGCHECK OUTA Paramedic to Tempt Her - chapter 1Paramedics Mia and Lacey never expected to find ‘forever’ at work! But can they overcome personal traumas to claim it?SHARE THISShare on Tweet on Pin on Pinterest“Think this run will be different than the last one?” Paramedic training taught that some patients called because they were bored, or sad, or lonely, rather than for a true medical emergency. It was expected…but Mia Laury hadn’t expected to visit the same older lady every few days for chest pain that was just her needing help getting something or wanting a chat.“I hope it’s the same. I don’t want her to have chest pain.” Lacey, her partner, good friend and crush, sighed as Mrs. Ports’s tiny house, which was once bright blue, came into view. “But I do wish she had someone to call when she was lonely. I guess she didn’t look at the pamphlets you gave her last week.”“Guess not.” Mia hadn’t really expected her to. Still, she had to try to deliver the handouts on local senior activities and how to deal with grief and loneliness. Who knew, maybe one day Mrs. Ports would take a look.“It was a nice attempt.” Lacey’s hand patted her knee, then yanked back.Heat stole up Mia’s cheeks, and she didn’t dare look at her partner. The woman was gorgeous. A petite blonde—who didn’t try to hide the fact that the color came from a salon—with bright green eyes. A laugh that filled rooms when she let it loose, which wasn’t often enough.Lacey hopped out of the ambulance before Mia fully stopped. Even though they were both sure Mrs. Ports wasn’t having a heart attack, Lacey wouldn’t treat this as a nonemergency call until she was certain. It was one of the many things that made her an amazing paramedic.Climbing out of the ambulance, Mia wasn’t shocked to see Mrs. Ports open her front door and wave. Some doctors believed loneliness was a chronic condition. Mia was inclined to agree.“I need you to sit down.” Lacey’s normally gentle tone was authoritative. “You called for chest pain.”“Oh. That passed a few minutes ago. Probably just something I ate.” Mrs. Ports laughed as she sipped from the teacup that seemed to always be in her hand.“Please.” Mia nodded toward Lacey. “We need to be sure, ma’am.”“You ladies are so cute.” Mrs. Ports sighed as she led them to her ancient reclining chair and sank into it. “Makes me wish I’d had a few daughters like you.”Lacey made some encouraging noises as she unhooked the blood pressure cuff. “Your blood pressure is normal.”“Told you. Indigestion.” Mrs. Ports looked back at Mia. “Do you want a cup of tea?”“No, thank you. We are going to run an ECG, and if you were having chest pain, we recommend transport to Hope Hospital.”Lacey gave the same explanation each week while Mia placed the leads for the ECG machine on Mrs. Ports’s chest.“You girls are too good to me.” The older woman sighed as her well-worn armchair creaked as she leaned back. “How is your family, Mia?”“Loud and noisy! But I wouldn’t have it any other way. My youngest brother is planning his wedding, and my mother is super excited to help. Thankfully my future sister-in-law loves the aid since my mother says I am nowhere near settling down. Calls me the family tumbleweed, always running to the next thing.”A family joke that was a little too close to accurate for Mia’s comfort.It was the same questions every week. Mia fielded Mrs. Ports’s questions on family and supplied her with tales of her brothers and their lives. The cookouts, nieces and nephews, and life with her chaotic family.“If you need set up, there is a nice boy in the condo on the other side of the street, Jackson something or other. He is a nurse at—at—” The older lady tapped her head.“At Hope Hospital,” Lacey supplied. “We know Jackson.”“He’s very handsome.” Mrs. Ports made a silly hand wave over her cheek. “If I were twenty years younger.”Lacey chuckled, then glanced at Mia. “Jackson is very nice, but he isn’t Mia’s type.”“Really? A sexy man like that? Then what is your type?”“Your ECG reading is fine.” Mia kept her eyes trained on the screen printout. No issue with Mrs. Ports’s heart. That was good. But she was not about to describe her “type” because the woman currently unhooking the leads fit right into it.“She prefers blondes.” Lacey winked, then her cheeks lit up. “At least I think.”“Oh. Blondes are fun. How is your dog, my dear?”***Only six weeks of “treating” Mrs. Ports’s heart condition and answering the same question repeatedly allowed Lacey to switch from her comment about Mia to her dog, Pepper. The woman loved hearing about


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