Dano called TLC’s dispatch after we’d safely dropped the poor phone lady off at the hospital and the rest of the trip was silent. A few times I turned toward him to say something, but I only got the cold shoulder and decided to keep my mouth shut. I wanted to say that was a rude way to treat someone who had just saved his life-and then it hit me.

ER Dano was pissed that I, a woman, had saved his life!

I couldn’t help smile.

At a stoplight, he turned and glared at me.

Yikes.

I bit my tongue so as not to ask, “What?” which I would have done to Jagger. Although a hunk, ER Dano was a bit more…frightening…to me than Jagger ever was.

We pulled into the driveway of TLC and directly into the gigantic garage that housed the ambulances. Dispatch had cleared us for the day, and I couldn’t wait to get home.

Dano pulled into a space, shut off the ambulance, opened his door and turned to me. “Hose her out and replace the supplies,” he said.

My mouth often dropped to near chest level when I was surprised, shocked or merely astonished.

This time it almost made it past my waist.

I shut my mouth faster than Dano could spin around and pop out of the driver’s side.

Shoving my door open and jumping out, I ran after him-and made the mistake of grabbing his arm.

He swung around and I knew, just knew, if I were a guy, I’d be splayed out on the floor beneath Dano’s feet right now. Instead he yanked free and said, “What?” in such a gruff voice that I jumped back.

But I recovered quickly, straightened my shoulders and said, “What? What? It’s my first day! I’m not cleaning out the ambulance!”

He leaned really close.

Oops.

I swallowed and ran self-defense maneuvers through my mind even though, in reality, I never felt a second of fear for my life. “Yeah, I’m not doing it, Dano. Not alone,” I added, using my smarts to avoid letting him get the upper hand. Or at least that’s what I was telling myself.

He moved closer, looked closer and said, really closely, “Hose is on the wall, scrubbers next to it, soap’s on the shelf, stocking is self-explanatory for a nurse.”

My mouth went dry and my brain froze at the same time, and not like when you eat ice cream. For some reason-and help me to understand this, Saint T-having Dano so near and talking that way had some kind of mesmerizing effect on me.

Hot was the first word that came to mind.

Damn, the second.

And third, I came back to reality and said, “Fine, but you owe me a drink then.” With that, and as if some foreign power overtook me, I turned and walked away-all the while feeling ER Dano staring at my butt-which I unashamedly wiggled.

When I came out of the locker room, where I’d cleaned up after my “extra” duty with the help of darling Buzz L, I ran into Jagger in the hallway. “Where the hell were you?” I said.

He looked at me from head to toe. “You all right, Pauline?”

“Guess I should be honored that you are concerned I didn’t get my head blown off with a shotgun, but yeah, I’m fine.”

He grinned.

“Dano told you everything.” It wasn’t a question and Jagger didn’t look as if he was going to answer. “Any news on the demise of Payne?”

Jagger shook his head.

“Great. Why is it that I never get the proverbial open-and-shut cases? How come no one ever hands me a suspect?”

He shook his head again, but this time it was the typical Jagger shake that said he was annoyed with me. Who cared? I thought as I walked toward the employees’ door.

Just then the door to the men’s locker room swung open. Out swaggered Dano, all decked out in jeans and a navy tee. Over his shoulder he said to me, “Boz’s Bar and Grille on Dearborn, two blocks from Saint Greg’s.”

I knew it well, since that’s where all the hospital staff hung out, not to mention my dear Uncle Walt and his cronies. The seniors, however, stuck to the front room, while the younger crowd cavorted in the back.

Not that I planned to cavort with ER Dano.

He pushed open the back door while Jagger looked from Dano to me.

“I’ll be there,” Jagger said.

I’m not sure whose eyes were larger, Dano’s or mine. Wait. Mine.

Dano actually squinted.

“What’ll your one drink be?” Dano asked, looking at me-I mean, nearly through me.

Damn. The guy had gorgeous deep brown eyes and a way of using them that made a girl notice. And, for some reason, I just knew Dano used them to his benefit on more than one occasion.

“Cosmo, please,” I said, pulling the stool next to him from near the bar. He remained seated, not offering to help. Shades of Jagger, I thought, and looked around to see where he was. Maybe he’d changed his mind.

“He’s in the head,” Dano muttered then turned toward the bartender. “Give her a Cosmopolitan, Patty.”

The bartender winked at me. “You’ll probably need something sweet to balance his effects,” she said, and then laughed as she gestured with her head toward Dano.

As if I didn’t know whom she was talking about.

I laughed and then caught him staring at me and stopped. “What? That was funny.”

“What’s funny?” Jagger asked from behind me. Suddenly I felt like a sandwich-only the two pieces of bread were different kinds. Wheat and rye. And they really didn’t go together too well in my opinion.

“Nothing,” I said, taking a sip of my drink as soon as Patty put it down. Actually, it was still sloshing about, but I needed it quickly. When I took the napkin to wipe my lips, ER Dano turned to look at me, but remained silent.

Jagger eased himself next to me on the other side, and I knew I should get the hell out of there-’cause it was going to be one heck of a night!

A couple of EMTs came into the place, and I quickly realized it was a hangout for the TLC crowd, plus-by the looks of some of the other uniforms-several other ambulance companies. I’m sure with the stress of the job and the equal stress of competition, they all needed to unwind.

Buzz Lightyear walked in with Lilla, and I knew she probably made his night by even walking next to him. The kid was so fresh and new-his patches actually stood out straight on his sleeves instead of being molded to the shape of his arm as ER Dano’s were. Poor Jeremy. Now I could only think of him as Buzz.

He came closer and said, “Hi, everyone!”

ER Dano turned. “You old enough to be in here, kid?”

Buzz laughed, and I knew he had a fondness for the experienced paramedic-although why, I couldn’t figure out. Actually, I figured beneath the rough exterior, ER Dano was a softie.

“Don’t sit next to me, kid,” Dano said, “Your new EMT smell is ruining the taste of my Coors.”

Buzz laughed hysterically. “New EMT smell! You mean like a new car smells. Right, Dan?”

Dano turned to him.

I was about to intervene before he embarrassed the hell out of Jeremy, but ER Dano merely rolled his eyes.

“That is what I mean, Buzz. That is what I mean,” ER said, then took what I thought was a very long, slow sip of his beer.

Jagger leaned nearer and touched my shoulder.

Wow. I wondered if I was going to make it out of here alive, or at least in decent condition. I swung around to him. “What?”

He gestured with his head to follow him and stood up.

I got up, said, “Excuse me,” as if ER Dano would care, and followed Jagger toward the pool table, all the while wondering if he wanted me to spend time with him alone-or, more likely, to discuss the case.

“Pick out a stick,” he ordered, and then racked up the balls.

I was not a very good player, and he probably knew that, but at least it gave us time to be alone and talk. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lilla doing her job of keeping ER Dano and Buzz busy.

She impressed me with how fast she had learned the PI business. I figured Lilla was going to be helpful on this case and, hopefully, future ones if immigration didn’t deport her back to Canada.