Emma’s neck throbbed as she pulled into her driveway. The fender-bender had been minor, but the paramedics on scene had been insistent. Especially the tall, devastatingly attractive one who introduced himself as Ryan Hale. When he offered to follow her home for a more thorough private check, since the ER was slammed, she agreed without hesitation.
Ryan stepped inside her house still in full uniform: dark blue paramedic shirt stretched tight across his broad chest and powerful arms, pants hugging muscular thighs, heavy boots, and his stethoscope draped around his neck. A medical bag hung from one shoulder.
“Alright, Emma,” he said, voice deep and professional with an edge of heat. “Let’s get you examined properly. Bedroom is best for privacy and comfort.”
She led him upstairs, pulse raci
