On a positive note, this cat doesn’t seem hellbent on killing me which is a nice change of pace from the one I have at home. I notice the tail of the fish flap, and it must scare the cat because he jumps back, dropping it onto the counter.
I cup my hand over the flopping fish, so it doesn’t end up enduring any more trauma than it already has before I’m able to get him back into the tank. He swims a little sideways at first but seems to even out.
“All better,” I announce.
“Thank you so much, Jameson, you saved him,” Margaret wraps her arms around Jameson’s middle, and I look around to make sure I’m not the only one seeing this. Dave and Jo are both hiding their laughter.
“Um, I didn’t do anything.” Jameson tries to gently pry the woman off of him.
“You’re in charge, so you did. You saved his life.” She tightens her hold.
Jameson gives me a pleading look. I’m about to let out my own laughter and there will be no holding back.
“Glad we could help, we gotta head out,” I try.
“Yeah, we have to get back.” Jameson tries again to free himself from her grasp. This time she lets go and he moves away quickly.
“See you next time,” she calls out as we leave her house.
As soon as we’re back in the truck none of us can hold back the loud laughter we let out. I take it a step further, making my voice a higher pitch, “See you next time, Jameson, you perfect man you.”
“Shut it. If you’re in love with me, Parker, I’m changing your shift.”
I keep going.
“But Jameson you’d miss me too much, I can’t live without you.”
“Want to keep your paramedic shifts? I’ll take them all away,” he threatens and that’s what shuts me up.
“You’re such a party pooper,” I complain.
“And you’re a shit stirrer,” Dave jokes.
I shrug. I’m in a good mood, what can I say? I try to see if it could get better, asking “Do we need to pick up any meds from the hospital?”
“Nope,” Jameson grunts.
That’s fine, it’s not night shift yet. All I can hope is that we have a call that will take us to the hospital later when Lily is working.I already miss her, which is probably unhealthy. But I don’t care; it’s been too long and now I have her.
After we’re back at the station and doing some of the chores to kill the time, Jameson comes up to me, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for that earlier. You can pay me back by helping with Bailey and Wes’s move this weekend.”
“They need help? Isn’t that Wes guy the size of a building?”
“That’s a little dramatic. It’s good to help people, though.”
“I know, we help people every day. Not usually cat and fish feud emergencies, though.”
“You’re not wrong there. I’m sure Lily is going to come by to help.”
“Her and I can talk about that.” I smile.
“You’re talking?”
I nod. “Something like that.”
Jameson hums. “Well good, maybe then it can stop being so awkward to have you both in the same room.”
“It’s never been awkward. Unless you can’t handle crazy sexual tension.”