Pas De Deux_A Dance For Two by Lynn Turner

Author:Lynn Turner [Turner, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: www.LynnTurnerAuthor.com
Published: 2018-05-10T18:30:00+00:00

Three things happened when Mina walked through the doors of the theater.

First, Zack’s expression went from livid, to shocked, to wild-eyed concern. It was like watching a silent film. Well, almost. For some reason, sound reached her ears like it was traveling through Jell-O.

Second, his eyes ran through an impressive color spectrum. Forest pine, maybe? Then emerald, then that cloudy sea glass that reminded her of holidays lounging on the beach in Nice, and swimming in the warmth of the Mediterranean Sea. The memory made her smile, just before the third thing, when her heart sped up like she’d been running a triathlon, and everything went hot and fuzzy.

“Jesus,” he said.

Then the world went black.

“Pulse is coming in strong, but she’s dehydrated,” a sharp, feminine voice said. “Get me a—wait, there she is. Pupils look good. I need an oral rehydration solution. Help me sit her up.”

“Nnnaagragh.” Mina tried to speak, but her brain was slow to catch up and her tongue felt thick.

The calm, reassuring face of a medic came into clarity—and so did Zack’s deep, measured voice from somewhere outside the ambulance.

“Is it standard practice to put people on hold, or is that unique to your precinct?”

“I apologize for the inconvenience-”

“Incompetence.”

“Mr. Coen, if I could just ask a few questions…”

Then Faye’s soft, “She’s awake now.”

Mina shivered. She was soaked in rain and sweat, which formed an uncomfortable film over her skin. It had been so hot outside, but it was a refrigerator in the back of the ambulance, and the lights made her headache feel like her brain’s hemispheres were trying to split from each other.

Merde.

Squeezing her eyes shut, her sense of smell sharpened. She desperately needed a shower.

“Mina, right?” said the blond medic, draping a small blanket around Mina’s shoulders. She didn’t look much older than her. “I’m Tara. You were out for a few minutes. Your vitals are good, but you’re dehydrated, so we’ve administered an IV.”

Mina looked down at the tiny tube that narrowed into a not-so-tiny needle and disappeared into the back of her hand. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and moisture filled her mouth. “I-”

“Bucket.”

A small blue basin was held under her chin, and she retched and retched, until her abs constricted painfully, and her heaves came up dry.

“Jesus.”

“Sir…”

“Is she okay?”

“I’m still checking her, but it looks like she’s gonna be fine…”

There was some commotion, and then Tara blew a resigned sigh, shifting to her left to continue her examination. The ambulance shook a bit, then shrank to the size of a shoe box as Zack’s athletic frame filled the limited space. He came to a squat in front of her, his eyes glued to her face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m-” Mina tried, then winced. She sounded like she’d been out of it three years instead of minutes, her voice small and hoarse.

“Drink this.” Tara handed her a pouch with a straw. “Deep breath…”

Mina winced again as the medic’s expert hands reached her shoulder, then obediently sipped, aware of Zack’s sharp eyes moving over her face and body, then back up to her shaking hands.

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