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Lena typed in her number. As Cristina walked back to the rig, she slipped the paper into her glove compartment—next to the spare pens and the photo of her late dog. EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic

But Cristina didn’t hear him. She was still holding Lena’s gaze, the pulse in her own throat hammering. The moment stretched—fever-hot, intimate. Then the sirens of the backup unit snapped it. EroticSpice 21-08-24 Lena typed in her number

She knew the answer would be yes. For once, so was she. EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic

The radio crackled. “EroticSpice 21-08-24, what’s your status?”

Cristina keyed the mic. “En route.”