Kash walked in behind her, whistled her off. “Some days, neither do I.”
Bodie nodded at Rowan as she talked with Zain and Chase next to the chopper. “Well? How was the flight?”
Kash laughed. “Bumpy. Storm’s coming in fast, but she’s amazing. Might actually give Chase a run for his money.”
“Sheesh, only one full shift and you’ve already replaced me.” Chase shook his head as he stopped next to Kash, shoving him. “That’s cold, brother.”
Kash shrugged. “What can I say? Rowan’s a natural, and she doesn’t try to backseat fly Foster the way you do. You two are like an old married couple, which is creepy considering you’re both actually married.”
“Not sure it’s natural when my dad drilled all that medic crap into me.” Rowan ducked in out of the rain, stepping over to Bodie’s side. “But I appreciate the sentiment. And, for the record, no one’s replacing Chase any time soon.” Rowan leaned into Bodie. “He’s crazy good. My dad would have sweet-talked him into going on every Doctors Without Borders mission with him.”
Bodie gave into the urge to close the scant distance, plant a hard kiss on her mouth. “Sounds like it was a good shift.”
Rowan scrunched up her nose. “Just answer me this. Does Foster always fly like that because… Not puking might be my biggest achievement today.”
Kash smiled. “No, sometimes he’s a bit intense.”
Foster laughed as he jogged in from the tarmac. “Give it a month, and you’ll be begging me to go faster. Get just a bit closer.”
“If you get any closer, we’ll be in the trees.” Rowan sighed, leaned fully against Bodie. “You’ve got an impressive team. It’s no wonder you didn’t hesitate to pick us up that night. Probably the only reason we got out of the woods alive.”
Zain shrugged. “The way Bodie tells it, you’re the reason anyone got out alive. And he’s not wrong.”
Chase arched a brow. “So? Did we measure up?”
Rowan scoffed. “Exceeded every expectation. Thanks for having me along.”
“There’s a spot waiting for you. You know that, right? We’d love to have you double up with us for a while. We’re only getting busier, and we’d like to eventually shift to two medics on every shift. Especially with all the multiple trauma calls we get.” Chase sighed. “But no pressure. I’m sure the National Park Service doesn’t want to lose you, either. Just, give it some thought.”
“Would part time work for you? To start?” She toed at the floor. “I might have already given my boss notice. Told him I’d help close out my active cases, but…”
“Hell, yeah.” Chase nodded at Bodie. “Don’t screw this up because I’d hate to have to kill a brother if you did.”
Bodie waved Chase on. “Glad it’d be mildly painful for you.” He slipped his hand around Rowan’s. “You guys coming over? Nick’ll be here shortly.”
“We’ll be there within the hour. Gotta see for ourselves that Nick actually quit the Agency.”
The group joked as they headed to their trucks, drove off. Bodie parked his inside the garage, led Rowan up to their loft.
Theirs.
He still couldn’t believe she’d finally moved in. After a month of going back and forth between their places, she’d rolled over yesterday morning and simply told him to ask her again.
It had been a whirlwind of packing boxes and shuffling everything over, but it’d been worth it knowing she’d be going to bed with him every night. Waking up in his arms every morning.
Rowan rolled her eyes as she did her best to disarm all the security, mumbling something about it being overkill before opening the door — stopping short.
Her eyes widened as she inhaled, staring at how he’d mixed their stuff together, before looking over at him.
He moved in close, kissed her. “You can change anything you don’t like. I just wanted you to feel like this was your home, too.”
She beamed. “It’s perfect.”
“Does that mean we can spend the next thirty minutes having fun before everyone arrives?”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugged him down. “Half an hour’s a bit rushed for what I have in mind, but you might be able to persuade me to change my plans. This one time.”
Bodie nipped at her lower lip. “I’ll make it worth the concession.”
