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Shane didn’t move a muscle. They’d taken his
reason for living away over an hour ago. Shane waited, never taking his eyes off the door, hoping
a nurse would come out and tell him what was happening inside the operating
room.
“Breathe, Shane,” Cade said quietly.
Shane automatically pulled air into his lungs.
He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that Tony could have cancer.
“I should be in there with him,” he stated.
“You tried, man. But the doctor smartly told
you, you don’t belong in an operating room,” Cade pointed out
“I should be with him,” Shane said again.
“Right, and the second the doctor cut Tony,
you’d have him pinned to the wall by his neck,” Cade pointed out.
Shane nodded, acknowledging that Cade had a
point.
“Tony came to my office for a private meeting
the other day,” Cade said.
That got Shane’s attention. Turning his head, he looked at his brother sitting next to
him. “What did he say?”
“He pointed out that Rescue for Hire is
running with the bare minimum of personnel,
and he recommended I start looking for a few more people.”
“You aren’t thinking of replacing Tony just
because of this, are you?” Treble straightened
from his slouched position in a chair
near the corner of the room. He was the team’s weapons expert, and nobody could deny he had an attitude.
“No,” Cade said firmly, looking at everyone
to reassure their small group. Every member of Rescue for Hire and their
partners were gathered around showing their support for Shane and Tony. Some of
Tony’s family sat on the other side of the room. They had come and talked with
Shane for a while but gradually they found chairs near the television and soda
machine.
“So what are your thoughts, boss?” Jack
asked. He had been the head paramedic for the team until a rescue went wrong, injuring him and Cade,
taking them both out of the field. Jack now kept all the equipment in top condition and took care of ordering and
keeping their supplies stocked. He also, along with their current field medic, Gabriel, taught basic
first aid and CPR classes.
“Tony recommended a few people for me to look
into. I’d like to bring one of them here
immediately for an interview,” Cade said.
“What’s he got, boss ?” Damian, the pilot for the company, asked.
“Ex-Navy, specializing in electronics and
bombs,” Cade answered.
“Electronics?” Gabriel asked.
“He’s an expert in computers, navigational
equipment, and telecommunication devices that I’ve never heard of but can’t
wait to see,” Cade explained.
“Will he fit in?” Alex asked. He had been the
head tracker before a bullet ruined his hip. A hip replacement allowed him to
walk again. Now he was working with law enforcement and accepting government
contracts to train dogs and teach people the art of tracking and finding
people.
“He’s gay, knows his stuff, and from all
reports is wild as hell,” Cade said.
“Well, I’d say he’s going to fit right in.”
Rock laughed, raised one tattooed arm, and pushed a long dreadlock over his shoulder. Rock was the
team’s new tracker.
The door opened,
and a nurse walked into the room. Shane’s heart started pounding hard as she
walked toward him.
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