Chapter 167

Sullivan

“It’s hot as fuck in here.” Cutter runs a hand through his hair.

The Laurel Springs Emergency Response Team isn’t a small group of people, and Cutter’s right - it’s stifling. When we have a meeting with all of us, it’s obvious we need a different space.

“They must have the heat on.”

“On the day it’s almost seventy degrees outside,” Cutter bitches.

“It was chilly up until today. Who pissed in your Cheerios?” I give him a look.

“Dude, I have been up for thirty-six fucking hours,” he grumbles.

“Why so long?”

He rolls his eyes. “Somebody called in and we couldn’t find anyone to take the spot. It’s not like we can run ambulances without EMTs, so I had to stay.”

“Don’t act like you’re the only one,” a voice says from the other side of Cutter’s body.

Moving forward slightly, I glance by him to see who’s talking. “Hey, Devante.” I reach out my hand to shake his. “How you doing?”