Harmony wasn’t someone who spent a lot of time on social media, but there were plenty of people at Firehouse Twenty-nine that were and the photo of Crois cradling a baby in the back of her ambulance hadn’t just made the rounds.
The photos had been printed out and pinned up on bulletin boards around the firehouse.
One of them had been taped to her locker door in brilliant color.
Since then, Crois had been dubbedherhot cop.
No one in the house knew the extent of their interaction, but someone remembered that Crois had picked her up for breakfast the morning after that interaction, so people were talking, but Harmony wasn’t.
Not even to Vega.
As soon as they parked, Harmony was out of the ambo and moving toward the scene.
Pilar saw her first and waved her in. “Two car accident.” Pilar pointed at the car closest to Harmony. “Air bags deployed. The driver is complaining of pain in her head and neck.” Pilar gestured at the other car as Vega walked up with his bag hanging from his shoulder. “The other driver has the beginnings of a black eye from some kind of impact and a cut on his leg, likely from the dash and the impact.”
Harmony nodded and looked at Vega. “You want to take the leg injury?”
Before he could speak, Pilar put her hand on Harmony’s arm. “You might want to reconsider.”
Harmony frowned at her words. “What’s going on?”
Pilar gestured to the first car. “She doesn’t seem to like women. When I approached the car as we drove up, she nearly bit my head off. Called me a bitch and a whore.”
Harmony leaned back and away, shocked. “What?”
“She reeks of alcohol, it’s likely a DUI. Sometimes people lose their filters when they’re drunk.”
Harmony nodded. “Well, I can see her saying those things, but let’s roll with things right now.”
She saw PIlar hesitate, but she went with her own assessment.
Vega gave her a nod and headed toward the second car and the leg laceration.
Harmony walked up to the Honda Civic and put her hand on the top of the car. “Hello. I’m Harmony, an EMT working in this area. Can you tell me what happened?”
The woman driving was gorgeous.
That was Harmony’s first thought when she turned her head.
The driver had long dark hair and warm chocolate eyes.
Her make up was impeccable and the nails on her fingers where she was touching the side of her head. They were definitely manicured and shaped, more than a half an inch past the rounded tip of her fingers.
She was definitely model beautiful, but it was the look in her eyes that called the rest of her beauty into question.
As soon as the other woman locked eyes with her, her expression soured. “Who the fuck are you?”
Hmm…
Putting a neutral expression on her face, Harmony introduced herself again. “I’m Harmony, an EMT with firehouse Twenty-Nine. Can you tell me what happened?”
“What happened,” the woman seemed to be mocking Harmony’s tone or voice, “is that someone hit my car!”
Yes. Harmony drew in a breath.I know.
“Were you injured? Do you feel pain anywhere?”
The woman’s eyes narrowed like a hawk. “My head! Can’t you see?”
