“Well, if it helps, the interest is mutual,” she said softly.
He flashed her that megawatt smile again. “In that case, what do you think about grabbing that cup of coffee sometime?”
“I don’t drink coffee,” she said, unable to help messing with him.
Dane didn’t bat an eye. “Huh. Not a big fan of it, myself. How about dinner instead?”
She grinned. “Dinner I do.”
His smile broadened. “How about I pick you up tomorrow night at your place around seven?”
“Perfect,” she said.
“It’s a date, then.”
Dane grabbed his heavy turnout coat from the back of a nearby chair. Lexi had to resist the urge to ask if he needed help getting dressed. With his wit, she didn’t want to even hazard a guess how he might respond to that question.
He pushed the curtain aside then stepped back so she could go ahead of him. He glanced at her as they headed for the exit of the triage area. “Think I can get a lift back to the station? If I wait for Jax to finish up at the fire, I could be waiting for hours.”
“Sure,” she said. “As long as you don’t mind riding in the back on the gurney. No room up front.”
He shrugged. “Fine with me, though this thing with you wanting to strap me down to a bed is starting to get me curious. Is this going to be a permanent thing with you?”
Lexi laughed. “How about we get through dinner first before we talk about straps and beds, okay?”
“Good idea—dinner first then bed.” His mouth twitched. “We probably need to wait at least an hour between eating and using any kind of restraints, though.”
“I think that’s swimming,” she pointed out.
He made a show of considering that as the double doors slid open. “Swimming, bondage—I’ve heard it both ways.”
Lexi was wondering if Dane knew he’d quoted a line from her favorite TV show when Trent, who was leaning against the back of the rescue vehicle waiting for them, interrupted her musings.
“You riding back with us?” At Dane’s nod, he jerked his thumb at the truck. “Get on the gurney and let’s go.”
Lexi knew it was coming before Dane even said the words. “Now I get it. This thing with the straps isn’t only you. It’s all paramedics.”
Trent gave them a confused look. “What?”
Lexi shoved her partner toward the front of the truck. “Don’t get him started.”
