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stepped out of her house and leaned a hip against the small porch railing.
Apparently there was no time like the present.
"Do you think we can go inside and discuss this while we eat?" he asked, raising the bags
of takeout.
"Sure," she said, shrugging and surprising the hell out of him.
He'd expected a fight, but he wasn't going to complain. He was too tired and hungry at
the moment to question it. Without another word he followed her inside and placed the
bags of food on the table.
"I'll be right back," he said around a yawn as he walked down the long hallway towards
her bedroom. He could have used the guest bathroom, but he preferred hers.
On the way to her bathroom he grabbed a pair of his grey boxer briefs out of her bureau.
He stripped out of his clothes and jumped in the shower, wishing he could take a nice
long leisurely shower to work the strain out of his muscles, but he was starving and
wanted to take advantage of Joe's receptive mood while he could.
Five minutes later he walked into Joe's kitchen, feeling slightly better. He just wanted to
eat and get this conversation out of the way so that they could focus on her future. Joe
was just starting to fill their plates when he walked past her on his way to the
refrigerator.
He grabbed an ice pack for his shoulder and thought about grabbing a couple of beers,
but he didn't want her to drink in case she took a painkiller. So instead he grabbed a
couple of Cokes. He placed one by her plate and sat down across from her at the small
round table.
Other than a murmured "Thank you" she didn't say much to him as they ate for which he
was immensely relieved. He was so damn hungry. They had back to back calls all night
and the only thing he'd eaten was a stale packet of peanuts he managed to wrestle from
a vending machine.
"You want to tell me why you want to get rid of me?" Joe asked when he finished his
third helping.
"I'm not trying to get rid of you, Joe," he said, feeling exhaustion threaten to knock him
on his ass.
"That's what it sounded like to me," she said, leaning back in chair as she crossed her
arms over her chest. "From what I hear you tried to unload me on Nathan." Her tone was
friendly, but the look she was giving him was anything but.
Shit.
"This isn't the way I planned on doing this, but I've been thinking that maybe it was time
for you to move on and do something else with the rest of your life," he explained. When
she only sat there glaring at him he decided that perhaps he needed to explain the
situation a little better before she decided to go for his balls.
"Well," he said, clearing his throat and feeling a little uncomfortable under her glare, "you
know you couldn't do this forever." She cocked a brow at that little announcement so he
added, "Could you really see yourself doing this job when you were fifty?"
"Yes," she said with absolutely no hesitation and made his job of convincing her to do
something else more difficult. He decided to get rid of the bullshit pleasantries and get to
the point.
"There's no way you'll be able to lift a grown man when you're fifty, Joe, and if you think
so then you're crazy. Hell, you'll probably have problems doing it when you're forty.
Besides that, Joe, you shouldn't have to do a job like this where you have to put your
neck on the line and never really able to have a life because you never know if you're
going to get out on time or have to pick up a shift," he said, noting the way her eyes
narrowed dangerously on him.
"I have a life," she shot back defensively.
"Oh, really?" he asked, cocking a brow. "When's the last time you had a date?"
"I don't know," she said, shrugging it off like it was nothing, "it doesn't mean anything."
"Uh huh, and when's the last time you got laid?" he asked, silently daring her to lie to
him. He knew it had been at least a year and a half for her.
"It's none of your business!" she snapped as she visibly tensed in her seat.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, Joe," he said, pushing his plate away. "You don't date. You
don't have much of a life outside of work. Hell, I can't remember the last time you turned
down overtime. You're thirty, Joe, and if you keep this job you're going to be forty and
lonely and wondering how the hell life passed you by. You need to find something else
that's safe and will allow you to have a life. I was thinking that I could help with-"
"What about you?" she suddenly demanded, interrupting him and sounding pissed.
"What about me?"
"You don't have a life. You don't date and I doubt you've gotten laid in the last year," she
announced and he had to grind his teeth as he forced away the memory of why he hadn't
gotten laid in too damn long to be normal. "Are you going to be looking for another line
of work?"
He frowned. "No, why the hell would I?"
"Exactly," she said, placing her hands flat on the table and standing up. She leaned
forward. "So it's okay for you to still be doing a job you love at forty, but not for me?" she
demanded.
He got to his feet and leaned forward, closing the space between them until their noses
were only a few inches apart. "Damn straight."
"Why exactly is that?"
"Honestly?" he asked, not really sure if she wanted to hear the truth.
"Of course," she said tightly and if it had been any other woman he wouldn't have laid
into her, but this was Joe and he wanted her safe and if that meant pissing her off then
so be it.
"While you think that you're one of the guys, Joe, you're not," he said, ignoring the flash
of hurt in her eyes. "You're a woman and while that comes in handy when we have a
patient that needs a reassuring word or two and a little handholding it's also a huge
problem. You're smaller and weaker and when the shit hits the fan it means that not only
does your partner have to handle whatever's going down, but he also has to make sure
that you're safe and out of the way. It's a huge fucking liability that no one needs and it's
only going to get worse as you get older and you know it."
For a moment she didn't say anything as she looked at him and he thought that maybe
he needed to push the point a little more, but thankfully she seemed to understand. "I
see. So, it's distracting to work with me," she summed it up.
"Yes."
She shrugged as she stepped away. "Then I guess I don't have any choice but to call up
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