Rory: Hope City, Book 7 by Maryann Jordan (golden son ebook TXT) 📗
- Author: Maryann Jordan
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Keeping a smile on her face, Sandy replied, “Sometimes people are different when they’re around different people. You see your family members through the eyes of a sister. To other people, they probably see them in a different light.”
Caitlyn turned toward her and cocked her head to the side. “It’s funny you say that. I’ve always thought that you and Rory would be a perfect couple. I know I’ve seen you look at him sometimes when you think no one else is watching.”
Opening her mouth to refute Caitlyn’s true statement, the DJ interrupted. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen. This is the last dance of the evening before we wish Mr. and Mrs. Sean McBride away on their honeymoon.”
Secretly hoping for a fun, fast song, she was disappointed when another slow love song began. Her gaze landed on Sean and Harper, witnessing their love as they only had eyes for each other, and she smiled.
“Perfect!” Caitlyn called out, snagging Rory as he walked past. “Everyone has to dance the last dance.” Caitlyn grabbed Sandy’s arm and tugged at her, pushing her straight toward Rory. “You two can enjoy the last dance together.”
Caitlyn darted off, grabbing her date’s hand before moving onto the dance floor.
Stunned, she looked up to see Rory’s face equally as surprised. He placed one of his hands on her waist and clasped her other hand in his. They began to sway to the music, almost a foot of space between them. The difference between this dance and the one they’d shared at the bar was stark. Hardly romantic, but then she was surprised he hadn’t turned and walked away. “A lady always smiles, Sandra. Don’t ever let them see you doubt.” As her grandmother’s words ran through her mind, she plastered a smile on her face.
“I thought the wedding went beautifully,” she said, searching for a noncommittal, non-confrontational comment.
“Yes, it did.”
They continued to sway. His hand felt warm and secure as it held hers, and with her other fingers resting lightly on his shoulder, she felt the muscles underneath his shirt. Somewhere along the way, he’d ditched his suit jacket. His tie was loosened slightly, and the top button of his shirt was undone. He could pull off elegant and casual at the same time. “How have you been?” she asked, still searching for a topic they could chat about the length of the song.
“Fine.”
With her cheerleader smile still plastered on her face, she felt as though her cheeks would crack. “A lady will always be able to make conversation in social settings regardless of whom they are speaking to.”
“I believe Harper mentioned you were a paramedic?”
He grunted his response, his gaze focused over the top of her head, once more making her wish that she were five inches taller. Being petite had its advantages at times, but this was not one of them. She considered stomping her stiletto heel onto the top of his shoe but wasn’t sure he’d feel it through the thick leather. Trying once again, she asked, “And are you happy in your new position?”
He finally dropped his blue-eyed gaze to her, but his thoughts were hidden. He sucked in a deep breath, then began, “Yes, I thought the wedding was wonderful. Harper is beautiful, and I’m glad that my brother has such a wonderful woman as a wife. Caitlyn mentioned how much you’ve done to make the wedding a success, and I’d like to thank you on behalf of my family. And yes, I passed all the certifications to become a paramedic, and that’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” His fingers on her waist jerked slightly, but he wasn’t finished. “Sandy, you don’t have to try to make conversation with me. I know Caitlyn pushed us together and that’s fine. The dance will soon be over.”
Her hands remained on him, but her feet stuttered to a halt. “Wow,” she breathed, blinking rapidly, feeling his words like a punch to the stomach. Stepping backward, her hand fell from his shoulder, and she pulled her other hand from his. “I thought perhaps enough time had passed that you would have improved in my estimation of you. But you have resolutely proved that the last thing I ever said to you four months ago was very true. You have once again shown me your true, rather rude colors, and I’m very thankful I didn’t become more involved with someone I initially thought was worth it.”
She could have sworn she saw regret slash across his face, but she was too desperate to get away to see if it was true. “A lady never cries ugly tears in front of a man, Sandra.”
“If you’ll excuse me,” she said, clearing her throat to force her words out stronger. “I need to make sure Harper has everything she needs before leaving for their honeymoon.” With that, she turned and hustled away, determined not to break down until she was back in her apartment that night, very much alone.
8
“Twenty-nine-D-one. Twenty-nine-D-three. Twenty-nine-D-four. Twenty-nine-B-one.”
As soon as the codes came in, Rory, Shania, and their EMT, Bobby, raced to the ambulance as the firefighters pounded the concrete floor toward the fire trucks and engine. He didn’t need to look to see that the duty captain was racing to his vehicle as well. Waiting until the trucks pulled out first, he followed.
I fuckin’ hate multi-car accidents. Rory’s stomach always dropped when the codes came in indicating a major incident, HAZMAT, trapped victims, and injuries. Heading into a situation where gasoline was leaking and at least one victim was trapped inside, he knew the
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