Chapter Eight
ZACH ARRIVED AT THE hospital followed by several ambulances and other emergency transport. He raced into the locker room and threw on his scrubs. He couldn’t believe he’d been called in to work. He could still be in bed having a post-coital cuddle with Dylan.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Well, at least he’d managed to get a good night’s sleep. Probably the only one he’d had all year.
Slowing down wasn’t really an option with his job, but he was thinking he needed to if he was going to have a normal life.
“Hey, Zach, you ready? We need you.” Sam stuck his head into the locker room, waving his arm impatiently at Zach to hurry up. He nodded and attached his pager to his belt. It was going to be one of those nights.
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