Her Savior- Closed

[momoftwins13]

Reagan Hudson swiped another tear from her eye as she continued to drive through the city traffic. She needed to get away. Away from this life she had made for herself. It was all wrong.

She was supposed to have happily ever... The kind you read about in fairytales. Married and loving each other still at the age of 100... She had married young at 21, to a self made 28 year old millionaire. She was blonde and gorgeous, 5'2, 105lbs, sparkling green eyes. He had invented some computer system and made a ton of money, then wooed her into marrying him. She had been head over heels in love.

Then things had gone downhill.

He immediately stopped touching her unless they were in public. Not even for sex. She expected he got that elsewhere Sure he bought her fine things but only what other people would see like cars and jewelry.

She had essentially become a trophy wife.

She needed to think. To just get away. So that's what she was doing. She had left the house and was going for a drive to think and clear her mind. She needed to rethink this whole entire life. Was this what she really wanted?? To be a trophy wife in the public eye and completely ignored in private? This was no way to live. She knew that. But what could she do? Divorce him? She would have nothing. She would have to move back home and she didn't want to do that either.

She sped along Baltic Street, thinking and in her own little world l. Buildings whizzed by as she headed somewhere. Anywhere. She was crossing an intersection when suddenly the blare of a horn sounded and before she could react, she heard the shrieking sound of crunching, grinding metal. She felt pain shoot through her body...

... and it all went black.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross Owens

Ross Owens sat in the large overstuffed recliner watching the end of the ball game and about to dig into a big rare porter house steak and all the trimmings when he heard radio tones. His partner immediately looked up from his plate with that "Oh no" look in his eyes.

The dispatchers voice came across the speaker, "Dispatch to medic 44!" "Damn it why were the EMS gods so cruel. It had been slow all day long and just when he had sat down with this steak and made the first cut he got a call.

"Medic 44 go ahead dispatch", the radio crackled as he released the transmit button, "Medic 44 I need you 10-36 to a 10-50 with injuries at the intersection of Baltic and 12th avenue." Ross heard his partner Don cuss under his breath, "Received dispatch" came his reply as they stuck their plates in the fridge on the way to the rescue truck. The code 10-36 meant emergency with lights and sirens while 10-50 was a motor vehicle accident or MVA.

Ross had been a medic for 18 years and he at the age of forty-four was getting to old for this shit. Don his basic EMT partner did all the driving and jumped into the drivers seat. Ross picked up the radio, "Dispatch medic 44 is 10-8 and you can show us en-route." Dispatch noting that the 10-8 meant they were in service and now en-route to the call repeated the information back to them.

As the sirens blared Ross reached down and turned on the actual radio not the VHF radio used for communications. He tuned the dial to a country station where he found a fairly new group called LoCash Cowboys and their song C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. and turned up the music loud. The two sang out loud all the way to the scene of the call.

As they pulled onto the scene police cars had already blocked traffic being careful to leave them plenty of room to get as close as possible to the mangled wreckage of the vehicles.

Immediately Ross began to survey the scene accessing the damage to the vehicles involved and what areas had impacted. It appeared that a BMW had been t-boned on the drivers side by a full size truck. The drivers door of the BMW had caved in and the front left wheel was totally gone. The force had been so great it had propelled the vehicle across the intersection and into large cement power pole causing equally as impressive damage to that side of the car.

The truck had come out on the winning end of things as it had a large brush guard. The guard was bent wildly to one side while, the hood was dented and windshield was cracked. He instantly saw the trucks airbags had deployed and saw the police talking to a man standing beside the drivers door. He was standing and talking so Ross sent his partner to check on him while he grabbed his trauma bag and headed to the totaled BMW.

The side curtain airbag on the BMW had deployed and when he looked in he saw that the driver was slumped over the console in a contorted position and was unconscious. He quickly looked at her chest and was able to see a steady though rapid rise and fall of her chest indicating she was still breathing. There was some blood on her face and he saw numerous small abrasions to her hands and arms. She was a young woman with blonde hair and well dressed though her outfit was certainly ruined now.

Don rejoined him as a second rescue unit arrived on scene. "I think the driver of the truck is alright just bumps and bruises but he is tore up from the floor up. I turned care over to the second unit what do you need boss?"

"Get in the back seat, put some oxygen on her non-re breather at 15 liters per minute, and maintain her C-spine." His partner jumped into the back seat grabbing what he needed and did as ordered while Ross sprinted to the rescue unit and removed a generator and what the public termed, "the jaws of life". Essentially this was a large pair of pliers which could cut and bend the metal on cars when doors became so mangled one could not open them with brute strength.

Ross connected the tool with practiced ease and just before he began to go to work he checked and nodded with approval as Don covered her with a sheet to protect her from any flying glass.

The sounds of the generator increased as Ross began using the tool causing the door to pop and creak. The shrill sound of glass breaking rang out followed by a very loud pop as the door came free and opened just a bit. He then closed the jaws and pushed them hard into the small opening. He opened the jaws wide once more to increase the space while someone from the other rescue unit pulled on it. The door sprang open several more feet and the tool was removed while a spine board was pushed into the space. Placing it on the seat and under her hips they were able to turn her so that she would slip out of the drivers seat head first onto the back board.

Don handed off C-spine control over to Ross who then counted, "1,2,3" and they slid her up the board till her head rested on a small pad. Beside her head they placed two wedge shaped pads that would keep her head from moving. They Velcro to the pad and a strap was placed across her forehead and one across her neck which had a device called a c-collar around it.

They finished strapping her down and loaded her into the back of the rescue truck. Ross didn't even pause as he told Don to get a set of vitals while he set about cutting her clothes off. Ross first removed her shoes and socks then took the trauma shears and began cutting a few inches up the seam of her pants on each leg. It was easy to then just tear the pants in one quick motion up the seam all the way to her pockets. From there he finished cutting her pants off but left her panties intact.

Ross scanned her toned and tanned legs not from a sexual assessment but from a medical view point. As he did not see anything he quickly began cutting the sleeves of her shirt and then unbuttoned it so that it feel away from her body. She wore a bra beneath and he cut the bra right in the middle but left each side covering her breasts.

Don called out, "BP 90/50, heart rate 120, respiration's 26, and O2 sats are 99% on 15LPM." Ross nodded and Don jumped out of the side of the truck heading for the drivers side.

Ross moved to her head and felt several large hematomas to the back of head one was quite larger than the other about the size of a golf ball. There was little bleeding but that didn't mean she didn't have any internal injuries.

From a side impact with that much intrusion of the driver's side door into the patient compartment there were so many possibilities. The force generated by the impact was massive and Ross found himself really concerned plus she was unresponsive to make matters worse. He began running his hands down her shoulders, pressing on her chest and abdomen, squeezing her hips together all of this designed to check for broken bones. Her abdomen was soft which was a good sign and there was no give to her bones also good signs.

He looked over at the heart monitor thankful that Don had placed the pads on her before jumping out. It showed her to be in sinus-tach which was in itself no big deal it was just a question of why she was in sinus tach. It could be for various reasons many of them not good.

He felt the ambulance move and heard the siren once more as Don began the mad dash to the hospital all the while trying to provide a smooth ride that would allow Ross to perform the care needed by his patient.

Ross spiked two bags of IV fluid and grabbed the woman's arms looking for a vein. She was in good shape and he had plenty of choices. He stuck her in the the right AC or antecubital which is the bend of the elbow. He got blood return into the chamber that signaled he was in the vein and advanced the plastic catheter. Hooking up the IV he turned it on and saw it dripping as it should. He then moved to her other arm and repeated the procedure.

As Ross recycled the life pack to check her BP he looked at her other vitals which are constant and noted they were still all acceptable. Ross held his stethoscope to her chest listening on both sides upper and lower chest for breath sounds. They sounded equal and clear in all four positions also very good. Ross plucked a pen light from his pocket and opened an eye lid shining into her eye and moving the light quickly across her pupil he then repeated the procedure on the other eye relieved to see that they were equal and reactive. The reaction of the eyes can give a good idea of more serious injuries and thankfully hers appeared normal.

Grabbing his phone from its belt holster Ross dialed the number to Medical Control. A nurse answered first and he requested a doctor. A few seconds later a doctors identified himself and Ross knew the nurse was still on the line listening and writing while the entire conversation was recorded.

"This is Ross Owens paramedic, I have a female approximately 20-25 years old that was involved in a two vehicle MVA. She was T-boned on the drivers side with 2-3 foot intrusion. She was restrained and had positive air bag deployment and we had to use the Hurst tool to open the door. At this time she is unresponsive with a Glasgow Trauma Score of 7. She has two large hematomas to the back of her head and multiple abrasions and minor lacerations. I have two large bore IV's with stable vital signs and have an ETA of five to seven."

The doctor hung up and Ross knew she would now be a what was called a trauma alert upon arrival at the hospital. There would be multiple nurses, x-ray techs, respiratory therapists and the doctor waiting in the trauma bay for them.

Ross looked down at his patient going over every inch of her body with his eyes scanning for anything he might have missed. He re-checked her vitals and not much had changed. Unless she took a turn for the worse and needed to be intubated, drug administration, external pacing or defibrillation he had done all he could do at the moment.

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan came to with a jolt. Pain pulsed through her head like a drumline and her stomach rolled viciously. Where was she? What had happened? Her eyes opened and she tried to move but couldn't.

Her eyes flew around wildly and landed on the face of a man beside her. "Where am I?" Her voice croaked quietly. "What happened?" Her voice was laced with fear. "I need to get up!"

She tried to move again and then froze as she felt like she was going to be violently ill. Her whole head was throbbing unmercifully and she groaned softly. She shivered violently and wasn't sure why. Fear? Was it cold? She had no idea. Her hand grasped the nearest thing she could find which happened to be his arm and she held on for what seemed like dear life, her manicured nails even digging slightly into his skin, she held him so tightly, she was so scared.

Her eyes jerked around the room she was in and she felt a bump and realized she was in ambulance. The monitor beside her beeped faster. "Why am I in here?" Her voice trembled slightly this time. "I think I'm gonna be sick..." She closed her eyes and whimpered.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

As Ross observed his patient suddenly her eyes flew open wide with terror and confusion. Her voice came out just as panicked as her eyes appeared, "Where am I?" "What happened?".

Before Ross could say anything he saw that look and her body tensed, "she was going to puke", came his thought. She was also flat of her back and anyone on their back that needs to puke will instantly won't to sit upright. When she realized she was strapped down she would be in panic over drive. Also the risk of aspiration would present itself.

Ross grabbed the back board and released the straps holding the board to the stretcher to tilt her to the side. He held the suction catheter close to her face so he would be ready to suction her airway. But luckily the wave of nausea seemed to pass and he lowered her back to the stretcher.

He reached for his drug box breaking the seal while speaking to her at the same time. His voice was slow, commanding and reassuring, "You were in a car accident and we are taking you to the hospital. Everything will be alright just try not to move we have you strapped down just to keep you safe in case you broke anything. I'm going to give you some medicine for your nausea called Zofran can you tell me if you are allergic to any medications?"

She seemed to nod her head "no" in response so he drew up 4mg of the medication and screwed into a needless port where he emptied it into her IV line.

"There that should help with the nausea. My name is Ross can you tell me where you are hurting?'

Suddenly she latched onto her arm digging her nails into his skin for dear life. Reaching down to her hand he covered it with his free one in a comforting measure and looked her in the eyes.

"Its going to be alright I'm going to take care of you."

She appeared so frightened and it tugged a bit at his heart strings and he wanted to hug her like a father would reassure a child. Why he was thinking this he had no idea as he had become somewhat emotionless when dealing with patients years ago. It might seem sad but if you can learn to turn off or at least suspend your emotions it makes everything much more efficient.

"Now I need you to try and answer a few questions if you can. What is your name, do you know today's date, where do you hurt, and do you remember what happened?"

Ross paused between each question to allow her to answer if she could.

Three minutes later they arrived at the hospital and unloaded her from the unit rolling her past two security guards and into the trauma bay.

The room was full of people wearing multi-colored vests which were lead shields designed to protect everyone from the radiation of x-rays. They moved on the back board over to the hospital stretcher which had x-ray plates on them already.

Ross repeated his report with more detail this time as the doctor began examining her and the nurses began hooking her up to their equipment. They also removed the rest of her clothing leaving her naked to the room for about a minute before covering her up with a warm blanket. Ross averted his eyes as they did this and walked to the back of the room where a nurse sat at a table charting everything that went on and making note of the doctors orders.

He gave what information she had been able to provide on the way in and relayed his own findings and treatment to the nurse.

He watched for a few more minutes and then walked out of the room stopping to remove his gloves and dropping them into the trash. He found Don already cleaning up his mess in the back of the truck.

"Well boss looks like she got really lucky."

Ross was looking up at the full moon "yeah I think she did brother" as he thought it had to be a full moon tonight. It always seemed bad things happened on a full moon and tonight had been no exception. A drunk had hit and almost killed this young girl. He had walked away without a scratch though he was probably in jail by now or on his way by police car to be checked out before going to jail.

Though she might be alright and he felt that she would the fear in her eyes bothered him for some reason. Those sparkling green eyes that should have been full of joy and laughter instead burned him like lasers full of terror.

He had seen plenty of death and destruction on the highway involving all ages, families even. Some bothered him and some didn't but the longer he worked this job the less he thought about it once the call was over. In fact it had been a very long time since he had given it much thought once the call was over. He always cared for him to the best of his ability during the call but after he moved on just like one would move on after assisting a customer in a store.

This one though for some reason seemed different and he could not figure out why after all these years this one call would bother him. He felt anger towards the guy that hit her almost as if he had known her but he had never seen her before in his life.

He remembered her hand on his arm and how tightly she clung to him. In fact he realized he had not washed yet and there on his mid forearm were three bloody finger prints. He stared at the blood and his heart raced just a bit and he felt sadness for her.

Shaking his head he walked back inside the hospital and washed from hand to elbow taking his time to scrub. His instincts told him there was nothing to worry about but in his line of work you could not be to careful.

The doctor exited the trauma room and Ross walked over asking, "How is she doc?" The doctor looked at him smiling, "She has a pretty good concussion but right now that looks to be the worst of it. We are going to do a few more scans and x-rays then keep her overnight for observation. Good job by the way."

"Thanks doc", came his reply and Ross walked back out. As he exited the hospital he heard the radio once more, "Dispatch to medic 44 we need you 10-8 for a shooting at the Brownsville Bar and Pub."

"Fuck me" he uttered as Don keyed up the radio, 10-4 dispatch show us 10-8 and en-route." Ross got into the truck and once more with light flashing and siren screaming they drove out of the parking lot and into the night.

 

[momoftwins13]

Whatever medicine he gave her worked. Her stomach settled considerably although she still felt slightly nauseous. As Reagan last there quietly she studied the paramedic above her. Somewhere through the fog of pain she was experiencing she noticed how handsome he was in a rugged sort of way.

Within minutes they pulled up to a hospital and that was all she saw of him. People swarmed her, asking questions, poking and prodding. Even taking all of her clothes off. Her head pounded. Her stomach rebelled a bit, she focused on the huge bright lights above her and the strange faces all around.

"What happened?!" She cried out as her head screamed in pain. "Where am I?!"

A nurse beside her spoke to her, explaining what had happened. She had no recollection of any of it. Or if the ambulance ride to the hospital. She endured x-rays and tests of all kinds... And kept forgetting what had happened or where she was.

It was an endless cycle of questions and answers... All of them the same.

******* Three Days Later *******

Reagan awoke with a massive headache and wondered why. Then she vaguely remembered. Car crash. Hospital. Concussion. Lots of bumps and bruises. Lucky.

That's what some nurse had told her before she went to sleep. The reason she didn't remember much of the past few days was the concussion had caused short term memory loss. But apparently that was over now because she remembered... Right?

She hit the call button and a nurse bustled in. Reagan explained what she remembered. The nurse smiled and said she would go get the doctor but she would bet that Reagan would be released that day.

Reagan considered calling her husband who she Kew had visited twice. In three days. Then she decided to forget it. She would get a cab.

The doctor visited and she enough agreed to release her. Paperwork was prepared and she was allowed to go. As she made her way out a thought dawned on her. Walking to the nurses station she asked the nearest nurse, "can you tell me the name of the paramedic who was with me? I'd like to thank him".

Once she got the information she headed home to shower and change clothes into a pair of tight designer jeans and a clingy cotton T-shirt. Casual but cute. Well... It probably would be cute if she didn't have a huge bandage across her forehead covering the gash there.

She stopped by the florist and found a basket of fruit before heading to where she was told the paramedic was stationed. She prayed he was there as she wandered and tried to find someone who could help me find the man named Ross who has saved her.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross entered the last of his patient reports into the computer and looked up at the clock which showed it to be 3:30 P.M. It wasn't his shift but he had worked 7 till 3 today for another medic so he could attend a school function with his son.

The medic had already relieved him and Ross was late finishing his reports. He hated the paper work that was the worst part of the job almost. Ross stepped into the bathroom and washed up taking a long look at himself in the mirror.

Light strawberry blonde hair that still had no grey and wasn't movie star thick but still covered his head at his ripe old age of forty-four. Next month he would turn forty-five but he didn't feel that old, well most of the time he didn't. He made sure to keep in tip top shape spending four days a week in the gym and taking long vigorous hikes when he had time.

Ross rubbed his face and thought I'm not Ken doll but am I that bad looking he wondered? He was pissed at his wife right now. She had phoned him canceling their dinner plans as she was going with some friends across the state line to some casino or something. He had been married for over ten years but the last three had been bad.

In spite of everything he tried she no longer appeared to show any affection towards him and she certainly didn't want to have sex. In fact they hadn't been intimate in over eighteen months. They got along great and never fought which was the weird thing. She always took all blame claiming to have no interest in sex and that it wasn't him. She had even talked to the doctor and they had tried a few hormone pills with no luck. He had attempted romantic vacation get tips, bubble baths and roses, been careful to attempt to show affection without groping but lots of caressing and tender kisses. He had even attempted to convince her to try role play but all to no avail. She treated him like her best friends and not a friend with benefits just a friend.

His moral code so far had kept him from cheating though from time to time he had to wonder was she seeing anyone on the side. He knew there was a guy in town she had met online and thought it was so coincidental for him to live in her same town. They were not a jealous couple and if she wanted to cheat what could he do to stop her? Perhaps he didn't want to stop her as it would give him excuse and be damned the two wrongs don't make a right bullshit.

Ross stripped off his uniform pants and then his boxer briefs and threw them in the pile of clothes no longer in any rush. His house would empty till tomorrow afternoon as the wife wouldn't be home till then. He stepped into the warm shower as he always did before heading home from the station and the water felt good running down his skin.

His thoughts roamed trying to figure out how he would spend yet more alone time. He thought of the young woman from, "how long had it been two maybe three days earlier" that he had taken to the hospital after her car wreck with the drunk. He had learned her name was Reagan and that the drunk had been charged with a DUI along with a few other charges as well.

He had wanted to check in on her but was afraid he might be trying to hit on her or something. He had noticed her wedding ring that night in fact one couldn't miss it as the damn thing so huge and probably very expensive.

He finished his shower and stepped out running his towel over his 6 foot frame which was well muscled and was a dark bronze tan. His stomach still had visible abdominal muscles though not quite what they were in his twenties. His shoulders were wide and nicely capped while his arms were wrapped in dense muscle. Thick muscular legs with very firm hips from years of lifting patients gave him a more youthful body than many of his friends. But they had something he didn't a family.

They had wives and children, they didn't spend their holidays at an ambulance shack and certainly didn't go 18 months without sex.

He slipped a fresh pair of boxers on along with a pair of Carhatt jeans. He then pulled a dark navy blue ems tee-shirt over his head. Slipping his feet into a pair of cowboy boots he grabbed his gear bag and made his way to the crew quarters to head out the door.

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan had no clue who she was looking for. She couldn't remember what Ross looked like. So when she saw a man emerging she immediately called out to him to ask him for help.

She noticed when he turned that he was gorgeous. Handsome face, tall, and a body to die for. She quickly swallowed and reined herself in.

"Um, hi... Sorry to bother you" she said with a friendly smile. "My name is Reagan Hudson and im looking for Ross... Do you know where I can find him at?"

She admired silently the lean, athletic physique of the man in front of her and was surprised at herself. Even though she was extremely unhappy in her marriage she never found her eye wandering until now. What was it about this man exactly?

She was glad she hadn't dressed up to come here as she took in his outfit. Casual. Masculine. Gorgeous.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts she focused on his face. "I really wanted to thank him for his help the other day" she told the man before her.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross was heading to his Jeep which is what he drove to work on nice days such as today. He had a truck as what real man didn't at least that was what his dad had always pounded into his head and not a damn rice burner but something American made.

Ross almost laughed out loud as he thought of his father saying those exact words when he heard a woman's voice call out to him. He turned and his heart sort of skipped a beat. It was her the girl from the wreck walking his way.

"Um, hi... Sorry to bother you" He said nothing, just took her in trying to avoid giving her body the ole up and down look with his eyes. She spoke before he could respond, "My name is Reagan Hudson and I'm looking for Ross... Do you know where I can find him at?"

She was looking for him? Well of course she was looking for him who else would she be looking for at his work. But why was she looking for him was the question had he done something to offend her? For the strangest reason he felt as if he was back Jr. high asking out the most beautiful girl at school. She had said yes but it took him five tries before he summoned enough courage to actually ask her.

"I think you just missed him but you can leave a message inside with the guys." He hoped she wouldn't remember his voice or recognize him but he was sure she wouldn't considering her injury.

Why had he just lied to her that wasn't his style. For some reason he had just frozen and was almost scared to find out she was pissed about something.

He gestured toward the front door, "Just ring the bell and someone will be along to help you. Good luck."

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan frowned slightly as the ma'am answered her then turned away. Well then... She thought to herself. Turning she went inside and found someone else, a young man who practically tripped over himself to help her.

"I'm surprised you didn't catch him in the parking lot" the guy remarked.

"Well I had a concussion and don't really remember him or what he looks like" Reagan replied.

To this there young man replied with a description that matched the man outside to a T. Reagan asked if anyone else there had that color hair and the boy shook his head no. She thanked him and turned to leave.

That had been Ross. She was sure of it. Why the hell had he lied to her?! She'd only wanted to thank him! Determined to find out she asked when Ross worked again. Three days. She would come back.

Thanking the boy she left then and headed home. She would be back to thank him AND find out what his deal was. Of that she was positive.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross approached his jeep and looked back across the parking lot at the beautiful young woman standing at the door. His male instincts took over and he checked her out even though it was from a distance.

Despite the fact he had already seen her pretty much naked he only remembered she was pretty as when someone became his patient all sexual assessments went out the window.

"Damn she has a nice ass", he thought and allowed himself to day dream just a second. How nice it would be for her to be coming to see him as his wife or girlfriend bringing him lunch or supper. His wife used to do that many years ago but hadn't been seen in the station for so long everyone questioned if he was still married.

Whoever was her husband was one lucky son of a gun. Ross got into his jeep turned the radio on and cranked up the music. He drove slowly with no destination in mind thinking of how stupid he had been to lie to her. She would find out as soon as she asked questions more than likely and then what? What if she came back?

"Fuck" he said out loud as he hit the steering wheel. I'm such an idiot she was probably trying to be nice and thank me and I just totally blew her off.

Feeling like a complete jerk he drove through the country side radio blaring trying to convince himself she wouldn't be mad. But did it matter she was married so was he and why did it matter what she thought of him anyways?

It sounded good but not convincing at all in his mind. Ross began trying to guess where a rich girl like her might live. He could only think of three neighbor hoods where she might live. The town wasn't that large and before he knew it he was driving by the entrance to a gated community called, "The Harbor" it really didn't have a Harbor but most all the houses were lake front and very expensive. He stopped down the street from the entrance wondering if she was there somewhere right now.

"Shit is this how stalking begins." He laughed to himself and pulled back into traffic heading to his now empty house several miles down the road. It wasn't fancy like the ones he had just left and was in fact quite rustic.

A cedar sided house with a large front porch, porch swing and two rocking chairs. The house sat at the end of a long private drive and had an attached garage. The house was located on 30 acres where he kept two horses, three cows and a middle aged bull he called Maurice. The bull was the gentlest bull you ever met and he had been given to him by an old farmer in a trade for fixing his fences when Maurice was just a baby. He had taken him with the idea of raising him and then having him slaughtered for meat or selling the bull at the market. But when the time had come to sell Maurice he just couldn't bring himself to do it. So Maurice would grow old here with his three girls "at least someone was getting laid around here", he thought.

He opened the door and called for his wife knowing that there would be no answer. Hanging his keys on the hook by the door he made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge pulling out an ice cold Coors Light. Ross didn't drink much like many cops and paramedics but he did enjoy a few beers from time to time and tonight was as good a time as any.

Looking around at the tidy house with the exposed wooden beams that had been hand hewed almost 100 years ago he admired the texture of the wood. The walls were also wooden and it looked more like a cabin with hard wood floors and throw rugs.

Ross had built this house himself and the wood came from a barn and house 150 miles to the north. It had been re-purposed and the grain of the wood spoke of a long past. The wood had been cut from a virgin forest around the turn of the century and one just didn't see timber that held the unusual swirls and patterns this wood showed so brightly.

The house itself was two story and had three bedrooms, office, den, formal living room combined with a formal dining room. The kitchen contained a breakfast nook with a large oval window looking out across the pasture to his barn. The stairs lead to the bedrooms and a small balcony over looked the sunken den. The master bedroom had french doors which opened onto a small balcony looking to down to the back porch area where he had his grill and to the back yard where there was a real brick fire pit.

Ross loved to cook and not just outside but loved cooking in the kitchen the food he cooked ranged from really good to horribly bad. But it was one form or relaxation for him. In fact his wife hadn't cooked a meal in over a year that wasn't from a box. But he didn't mind since he loved to cook anyways. He always did the cooking at the station for the guys so why not his wife as well.

Plopping down on the couch with his beer he reached for the TV remote but then changed his mind. Ross hated TV other than football games he wasn't into American Idol, X-Factor or any of those other type of shows.

Getting up he walked to his office and pulled up face book. Now he had an account with only one friend his partner at work. Don had more or less forced him into starting a page in fact Don had set it up for him. He wasn't fond of the social media and he sure the hell didn't "twirt, twirl or tweet".

It took Ross several attempts to guess his password but finally it was accepted and his lonely page was empty of what you would normally expect to see on face book. Oh there had been friend requests from some people he didn't know and even from a few he did but he never accepted them and didn't deny just did nothing.

He typed "Reagan Hudson" into the search bar. A few seconds passed and there on his computer screen was her smiling face. He scanned her page and clicked on the link that said, photo's. Several albums opened up and he clicked on the first one. Numerous small pictures appeared and he clicked on one that showed her on a beach wearing a bikini though the she had a towel wrapped around her waist her large breasts were now in full view covered by the skimpy material. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and she smiling at the camera with the sun setting int he back ground.

He just stared at her for several minutes and began clicking through various pics of her on vacation in fact on vacation a lot. There were pics of her with other females also attractive but she easily put them to shame. Some were certainly family pics with a bunch of her with the same guy that appeared older than herself. He wasn't a bad looking guy though he wasn't accustomed to judging men. He had a smaller build than Ross not in bad shape but not really that muscular. In one picture they were standing on a pristine lawn a large home in the background, his arms were wrapped around her and his head on her shoulder. People could be seen milling around the patio as if a party of some sort was underway. They all looked like upper class and probably all self important assholes.

Another picture was in a fancy looking pub and several people were seated around a table. Reagan was holding glass full of wine while the others smiled and toasted towards the camera. Except the guy he guessed was her husband was staring off to the right. He enlarged the picture and it almost looked as if he was checking out the cute waitress slightly bent over serving another table. Probably not and hey so what if he was men were men there was no way he would cheat or ignore such a beautiful thing as Reagan.

Ross backed out of the pictures and looked at her public profile which showed she was in fact married. It gave her age but no mention of children. She had hundreds of friends and it amazed him. "Did she really know all of these people?" Finally, he closed the page and walked back to the kitchen grabbing a second beer which he promptly downed and walked outside onto the back porch. He flopped into the hammock tied to the porch posts and within minutes he fell sound asleep.

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan headed home after her interaction with the boy at the station. Her mind was still boggled by the fact that Ross had lied about who he was. Maybe he was embarrassed by the extra attention. Maybe he was just a grouch. Either way she was determined to go back in the days and thank him regardless of whether he wanted her to or not because it was just rude of him to ignore her.

The house was still empty when she for back home. No surprise there. Her husband, Jeremy, rarely came home before midnight and it was only 6pm. He would be out clubbing and bar hopping for hours yet. Then he would come home, stumbling, reeking of booze and women. One time he had even brought a woman home, claiming she was a business associate who had drank too much and couldn't drive. The lady had slept in a spare bedroom... Jeremy had also. The glaring infidelity was a slap in Reagan's beautiful face. That was the day she had quit trying.

Reagan realized she was standing in the hallway staring y their wedding photo. There were several here on display. Where others could see how happy they were. No such thing existed behind closed doors to their bedroom.

She wakes to that bedroom now and changed into her favorite cotton sweatpants and left the T-shirt on. She then walked in to the library and grabbed a book to read in the den.

It was there that Jeremy found her, curled up with the book on her chest.

"The least you could do is put on proper pajamas" was the first thing he sneered her way when he found her. Rehab sat up quickly and glared. "Like you care what I'm wearing, Jeremy" she retorted quietly.

He smiled a cold smile. "You're right. I don't but if I had brought a guest home they might have".

Reagan stood and gathered her book, brushing past him to leave the room. "I sincerely doubt i would wish to meet any guest you brought home any way" she said before leaving and going to her bedroom.

Jeremy never came in to sleep and she was relieved b she didn't want to have to deal with him anyway.

The next three days were ordinary ones for her. She spent them at the local humane society volunteering as she often did. Jeremy supported this habit because it looked for him to have such a caring wife.

At home Jeremy ignored her like always. It was s lovely existence.

Finally it was Thursday... The day Ross would be back at work. Seven AM. She would be there waiting. He wouldn't escape her again.

She woke at 6am and got dressed in a soft flowing pale yellow sundress. She paired it with her own cowgirl boots (which Jeremy hated) and left the house. Her long dark hair flowed like silk down her back and she had on sunglasses as she parked near the for and waited for him to arrive, leading against the wall beside the door with her and crossed beneath her breasts.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

The next couple of days Ross spent working around the farm as there was always something to be done even on a place as small as his. Lisa, his wife, called and told him that actually she was going to be gone for a few more days as she and Dana had actually won some money and was going shopping. She told him to behave and hung up the phone.

At least she had called him which was more than she had done in the past. That evening Ross threw shrimp and veggie skewers on the grill along with a t-bone steak. He ate alone on the back porch looking across the grass in the field watching it sway to and fro as the wind blew. Sipping a coffee after dinner he continued just sitting on the back porch watching the sun set off in the distance wondering what Reagan was doing at that very moment. But he figured that he would probably never see her again.

He felt silly for spending this much time thinking about this girl as she was much younger than himself not to mention she had been his patient. He was certain she hadn't thought this much about the paramedic that had taken care of her unless she was pissed off. Maybe it would be best if she was mad that way he could get her out of his head once and for all. Either way he felt like a elementary school boy with a crush on someone who would never know.

The next morning Ross rose early and had a quick breakfast. He had already fed the horses and after breakfast he saddled up Big Foot named for his unusually large feet. Big Foot was a 17hh TN Walking horse and had a nice trail gait that was smooth and comfortable to ride no posting needed with this guy.

They made their way through the familiar trails on his property and through the gate that led to his neighbors 1,200 acres who he had permission from to ride. In fact Ross often rode the perimeter of his neighbors property line checking for any breaks in his fences. The man was older and though he had a few young guys that worked for him they rarely checked the fences until a cow had escaped.

The ride took Ross about two hours and he returned home and cooled down Big Foot before spraying him off and turning him out in the grassy pasture. Ross headed into the house for a quick shower and was about to step inside when Tom from work called him.

"Hey what's up Tom?" Ross heard the radio in the back ground with dispatch giving some address and knew he was at work. There was no way in hell he was going in today unless there had been some major disaster. "Hi Ross stop freaking out we don't need you", he said with a laugh knowing exactly what he had been thinking. I have been meaning to call you and tell that the woman from your wreck came by shortly after you left the other day. In fact I'm surprised you didn't pass her in the parking lot. She even described seeing someone I'm sure was you."

Tom paused waiting for Ross to say something, "I appreciate the phone call and yeah I think I saw her but did not realize who it she was anyways what did she want?" Tom cleared his throat, "I'm not sure she didn't really say. She asked when you would be at work again and I told her she then said alright and headed out. I hope that was okay and all. She sure is one hot lady I wish she would come see me" he said with a big laugh. "Tom you couldn't get a woman that looked like that if you had Bill Gates money and if you did you wouldn't know what to do with her." They both laughed, "Anyways I've got to go see you tomorrow big guy."

Ross pressed end call on his phone and stepped into the shower. The entire time he wondered if she would show up the next day. Maybe he should call in sick? No, he had to know why she was coming to see him. He must not have done anything to wrong or else he would have heard from an attorney by now not her. So what did she won't? Maybe she just wanted to say thank you and there was nothing more to it.

The shower water began to run cold and it jolted him from his thoughts. Had he been in the shower that long? He had a large hot water heater and almost never ran out of hot water even when his wife showered before him. Ross got out of the shower and toweled himself off. He dressed in what he always wore jeans and some tee shirt except when he worked out. Then he wore shorts and a muscle tee but the rest of the time it was mostly jeans, tee shirt, cowboy boots, ball cap or if riding and raining a cowboy hat. The hat served to keep the rain out of his face though he didn't tack up in the rain usually he would ride in the rain.

The rest of the day was spent running errands. He made a trip to the feed and seed buying horse feed, paying a few bills, and then a quick lunch at a small country diner which he ate at regularly.

That afternoon he headed to the gym for his workout but his concentration was a bit off. He was anxious about the next day wondering if she would actually show up and if so what he would say to her. How would he explain his lie? Would she actually give him a chance to explain or did she even care? So many questions but what done was done and it was time to just deal with it.

After supper he had a hard time sleeping but finally drifted off around midnight. The alarm made its presence known at 5:30 that morning pulling him rudely from his slumber. Rubbing his eyes Ross through the covers off and placed his feet on the floor. After his shower Ross shaved and as an after thought put some cologne on ever so lightly. The department discouraged using any aftershave or cologne due to the potential for people being allergic to it. But most people ignored this and wore it anyways. Paramedics was some of the biggest flirts out there and the stories of wild sexual escapades between nurses and medics were mostly true. So most of the guys tried to look their best and smell their best when at work especially the younger single guys.

Ross locked up and headed out stepping into his jeep and drove the ten miles to work with the radio on blaring country music all the way.

Twenty minutes later he pulled into the employee parking lot grabbed his bag with his "going home clothes" as he always wore his uniform to work and then changed to go home. The uniform consisted of dark navy almost black BDU's and a police style shirt that had fake buttons. Beneath the buttons was a zipper allowing for the shirt to be put on in a moments notice. A patch with the cities fire department logo was on his right shoulder while a National Registry of Paramedics patch was on his left. There was rocker bar beneath the round patch that read, "Paramedic". The blue and gold lettering of the patch sparkled in the morning sunlight as Ross made his way across the parking lot.

He wanted to look around and see if she was there but did not want to appear as if looking for her. So he kept his eyes straight ahead with a light and lively stride as if he had not a care in the world.

 

[momoftwins13]

She spotted him immediately when he got out of his truck. She couldn't forget a man that gorgeous two times in a row. It would be a crime. He evoked with purpose and she hesitated. Maybe this was stupid. He obviously didn't want to talk to her because he had lied. But why?

That question is what spurred her forward. She needed to know. So she stood from her slouched position and approached him from the side. He didn't see her, apparently, until she spoke.

"You lied to me" she accused, coming to a stop a mere two feet from him. She lifted her sunglasses and bright, curious eyes stared into his. These eyes were much different than those that had looked at him in the back if the ambulance. Those had been foggy with pain. These were bright, sharp and alert.

"Why would you not admit to bring Ross? Did I offend you somehow?" She asked now, the sharpness gone from her voice. Now it was just pure curiosity.

She continued talking without really giving him time to answer. "I don't know if i said or did something in the back of the ambulance to make you dislike me... But if I did I'm sorry. I just wanted to thank you in person for helping me. I know it was you who got me out and ride with me. So... I dunno why you don't wanna talk to me but that's all ... I just wanted to say thank you and give you this". She handed him the fruit basket and have him a tiny smile before reluctantly turning to walk away, secretly hoping he would call her back.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

"You lied to me" he heard a familiar voice say. He hadn't even seen her approach him to be honest was she a damn ninja or something?

Ross swallowed hard, "Look I didn't mean anything by it honestly. It was wrong and I shouldn't have lied. I just was unsure of your intentions and didn't feel like hearing any bad news if you were pissed off about something."

He looked down at her and her eyes drew him as if they might suck the life right from the essence of his soul. They were beacons of light on a stormy night for wayward travelers. He forced himself to look her in the face and not down at her breasts or any other part of her body.

"As far as you doing something in the ambulance no you were the perfect patient I just felt really bad for you and wanted to not only treat any injuries but try and comfort and reassure you. The lying thing is all on me and if you want to think bad of me then I do understand but believe me I'm sorry."

He noticed the fruit basket for the first time and that only caused him to feel more like a jerk than before. She was trying to show her appreciation and he had lied and totally blew her off.

"I probably don't deserve that maybe you should give it to my partner he wouldn't have lied to you."

Ross stood there feeling very uncomfortable and honestly he wanted to turn around go home and crawl back into bed.

"I should have called in sick today", he said with a slight smile.

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan listened to his excuse and thought it over. She could understand it, not wanting to hear negative stuff. He dealt with people at the worst times in their lives probably. She was she he caught a lot of flack from patients. His next words were accompanied with a smile and she could've sworn he great stopped. He had a breathtaking smile.

Now it was her turn to smile, a small and semi shy one.

"Ah but see... That would be yet another lie, Mr Owens... And didn't you ever learn that liars go to hell?"

Her eyes were playful as she spoke this. She pushed the fruit basket to him. "Seriously though. Thank you got what you did. If you don't want the basket you can share with your coworkers..."

She felt awkward standing there which was strange for her. She was usually extremely confident. It was a strange feeling for her to feel shy.

"Look can I... Well would you like to get dinner some evening? On me. To thank you for your help?" She had no idea why she had asked that. That had not been get intention at all... And yet standing there with this sexy man it was like her brain turned to mush.

She was married. She needed to remember that. Married to Jeremy... Who she ESD positive cheated on get everyday. But still...

She focused on Ross and waited for his answer nervously. "Don't say no" she urged. "You owe me for lying to me".

 

[nyghtcaller205]

When Ross heard her call him Mr. Owens he almost choked and wondered if he appeared that old to her. Sure he was roughly twenty years her senior but did look at him and see a grandfather type gentleman? Then there was the thing about a second lie. What had he said this time but there was look in her eyes and the tone in her voice signaled to him she was now picking at him or so he hoped.

As he did not immediately speak she continued on and stunned him with a question no it was more like a command. She wanted to take him out for dinner on her. He wasn't sure what to say but thought "What the hell how many times does a beautiful young blonde with a body to die for ask one out even if it isn't a real date?

"First please call me Ross, Mr. Owens is my father. Yes I want the fruit basket and will share a little with my partner but the rest is mine." He said the last part trying to lighten things up and a smile crept across his face.

"As far as your dinner offer, well", he made a big display of rubbing his chin as if he was thinking about it really hard, "I accept."

Jon noticed the door to the base opened and Jon was standing in it and he knew curiosity was killing him. "Hey Ross you working today or what? Roger offered to work for you if you want the day off he says he needs the hours to pay for that new care he bought his wife."

Jon didn't take a ton of time off but he had plenty of time banked to burn and in fact hadn't taken a vacation in years.

"Tell him the shift is his I will take the day off."

"Okay well you had better call me later", replied Don and closed the door.

Ross returned his focus to the beauty stand before him.

"Sorry about that but yes I will gladly have dinner with you."

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan was actually surprised when he accepted hey offer after the brief exchange between himself and the other man in the doorway. She got the feeling she war missing something about the exchange of conversation. Like there was some sort of inside joke there. She decided to brush it off for the moment.

"Thats great" she said instead to Ross. "Tonight OK? There's a little diner I've been dying to try out if your into that kind of place. It's a small ma and pa kind of place. Completely casual. Jeans and tee shirt kind of place".

The kind of place her husband would never step foot in, she thought to herself with disgust.

She turned back to Ross with her beautiful smile on her face. "What do ya say? I can meet you here at 6?"

She had the look on her face of that of a puppy hoping for a t-bone steak or a pat on the head. Eager. Willing To phrase him. Wanting to make him happy. Anything for the man she believed had saved her life.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

She beamed when he accepted her offer, "A ma and pa can of place is right down my alley."

He wondered if she was referring to the same place he ate at on regular basis and knew if it was there would be a few eyebrows raised when he came waltzing in with her. But who in their right mind would think he had something going on with her or rather who would think she would be interested in him? Plus if there was something going on bringing her to a place where he was known would certainly be the last thing he would ever do. The last point of no concern was that he could call his wife and tell her and she would say, "Okay, have fun I've gotta go."

"Six would be just fine with me and we are meeting here correct."

He wanted to make sure that he didn't screw up this time because if he misunderstood her and showed up at the wrong place she would never believe it was an honest mistake. Plus how would he even contact her anyways?

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan nodded. "We can meet here. The place is called Annie's." She dug through the small denim bag on her shoulder and pulled a piece of paper and pen out. Quickly she jotted down get number for him.

"If something changes just let me know..." She smiled again. "I've got a few things to do today so I'll meet you here again later" she said with a wink. She then waved and walked away to her rental car.

She climbed inside and cranked the engine, Speeding off before she changed her mind. But why should she? Sure, she was married but who cared? She didn't. Not anymore. She was over being a widow dressing.

But where had this revelation come from? She didn't know. Suddenly she was just sure she didn't care anymore that she was married. It wasn't worth it.

She drove home carefully and did some housework while she waited for the day to pass. She then showered and styled her hair in a beautiful way that made it frame her face.

She pulled on jeans and a pink and green plaid long sleeve shirt that buttoned to the front and v huffed get lean body. Boots again and she was happy.

Nervously she drove back and waited impatiently for Ross to show up"

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross was relieved to see that the place was not the one he frequented as it was on the opposite end of town. He had been there several times in the past but wasn't know there. He had to admit that the food was probably better than his place as well though the menu's were quite similar. He also know that the lighting was a bit darker actually a lot darker there and with numerous corner booths they could hide if she wanted to do so.

He gave her his number and took the piece of paper folding it up neatly and pushing deep into his pocket so that he would be sure not lose it. He watched her turn and leave and couldn't resist watching the sway of her hips this time. It wasn't the exaggerated fake walk that many girls used to attract the guys but real and very sexy.

Ross watched until she pulled away and he could smell her perfume lingering in the air around him. He inhaled it deeply attempting to capture the smell until tonight.

Ross drove home and passed the time by mending fences and even fixed third step leading upstairs as it had been squeaking for the last month or longer. Looking at his watch he saw it was time to get ready and couldn't believe the time had passed so quickly.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror adjusting the collar on his Wrangle denim long sleeve shirt, Carharrt jeans which he thought fit him quite well. He wore his cowboy boots and his National Finals Rodeo belt buckle which had been given as a participant many years ago. He decided to top off the outfit with his black cowboy hat and sprayed a little cologne on for good measure. Ross brushed his teeth and headed out the door.

Arriving at exactly six he parked and got out looking around for Reagan.

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan saw his truck pull into the parking lot and get belly fluttered nervously. Which was silly. This was a simple thank you dinner. Nothing else. Right? Pushing those thoughts aside she stepped from her rental and wakes towards his truck.

She didn't know if they were going to ride together or separately. When he stepped out she couldn't help but boric how gorgeous he looked even dressed so casually. So big and masculine...Pure man. Her heart rate speed up involuntarily.

She smiled as she approached him. "Hey cowboy" she greeted him. "You look great".

She nearly grimaced as she said that. Not exactly the most platonic words to use at a "thank you dinner. "Did you wanna ride together, or take our own vehicles?"

As she stopped before him she could smell his cologne and my lord it smelled great. So much better than Jeremy's. Jeremy's smelled... Like some rich name brand which was exactly what it was. Ross's smelled like a more outdoorsy brand and made her want to jump his bones right then and there.

Whew... It was gonna be an interesting dinner.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross saw Reagan almost instantly and his mouth fell open, his tongue rolled out and he was certain he was drooling. He smiled at her and waved as she approached looking better with each step she took towards him.

The wind caught her hair briefly and it looked like each strand looked like tiny strings of the finest gold. The sun glinted off of it with each bounce. He took notice of her boots and wondered if she might just be a country girl?

"Hey cowboy" she greeted him. "You look great".

Smiling wickedly, "You aren't chopped liver yourself little Missy", he called her to be playful and hopefully cute.

"Did you wanna ride together, or take our own vehicles?"
Ross headed to the passengers side of his truck, "If your comfortable with it why don't I drive." He opened the door and waited for her to climb inside.

Ross's truck had a 4" lift kit on it with Goodyear Wranglers on all four wheels. So it was a good little step up into his truck. Ross stood by the door to offer a hand if she needed it.

As Ross returned to the drivers side he was thankful he had cleaned out his truck not so long ago and it was still clean with the faint smell of leather and his cologne.

Getting into the driver's seat he looked over at Reagan and turned on the radio, selected the song "Truck Yeah" by Tim McGraw and watched to see if she would frown or smile.

"Do you like country music", he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot?

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan agreed happily to riding with Ross. As they approached his truck she admired it. Her husband drive a Lexus. He had forced her to get a BMW. She wasn't from the lifestyle he wanted to live.

She was from a small town where everyone waved to each other and knew the people they passed by name. If they didn't know them, they would stop and introduce themselves. She had owned a truck until she married Jeremy. She had barrel raced as well but Jeremy had deemed that unacceptable for his wife.

She still owned her horse Scout but she rarely rode anymore. Ross helped her into the truck and she thanked him. His truck smelled heavenly to her and she inhaled deeply before he climbed in as well.

He asked about country music and she grinned. "I love it. Tim McGraw is always a great choice. This is a gorgeous truck by the way. I used to drive a Sierra but then my husband bought me the BMW".

She tried to hide the distaste in her voice but thought she failed miserably.

"Iv wasn't too heartbroken when they told me it was totaled. But I'm sure he'll buy something equally small and annoying next" she shrugged and smiled over at him. She hummed along to the song, wanting to sing but not daring. She had a good singing voice but didn't know if he would appreciate it so she refrained as they drove along towards the diner.

 

[nyghtcaller205]

Ross listened intently as she revealed a few things about her life and found that her husband's name was Jeremy. As she told him more he had an instant dislike for the fellow though that was probably being unfair to him since they had never met.

She looked so damn cut riding along and humming to the music and the fact that she was a country girl at heart only enhanced her charms. He bean to sing though his voice might not be scary but you didn't want to wake up to it in the morning that was for sure.

He kept glancing over at her and his eyes would occasionally slip down her body taking it in while trying to keep them on the road. He was certain that she caught him once and he looked away quickly but was able to keep from blushing which would have made it much worse.

The conversation was quiet and Ross was content just having her riding along with him without asking a million questions. Surprisingly she had not referenced her wreck since the last meeting and that was more than fine by him. He knew she had it in her head that he saved her but that wasn't the case. He just got her to the hospital safely nothing more certainly nothing worthy of being her hero.

Ross pulled into the parking lot of the diner, "Here we are".

 

[momoftwins13]

Reagan was thrilled when Ross began to sing. She joined in and smiled over at him. In no time at all they arrived at the diner. Ross helped get out of his truck and they walked in together. They were greeted be a smiling waitress who seated them in the back corner where the lights were decidedly low and intimate. Reagan felt herself blush slightly.

"This is nice" she finally said quietly. "Thanks for coming with me... I'll be honest... Inviting you to dinner was kind of a spur of the moment thing for me... I hasn't planned it at all."

She smiled slightly as she looked over the menu. "So tell me about yourself? I obviously know what your job is... You're married right?" She asked glancing pointedly at his finger. "Any children?"

It seemed like a safe subject to talk about since they were both apparently married. She didn't want to overstep boundaries or offend him so she thought she would stick to neutral subjects as much as possible.