Saving Sean (Seattle Stories Book 2)
A Seattle tales novel
Nearly a 12 months after being rejected for an additional guy, Seattle paramedic Peter Morse remains to be pining, so while the person who received away asks him for a want, he has the same opinion. His challenge: song down Sean Reid, the runaway brother of a mutual good friend. Peter isn’t overjoyed approximately it—until he reveals Sean injured by way of the aspect of the line.
Everything approximately Sean stirs Peter’s protecting instincts—saving humans is what he lives for—but he by no means expected falling for somebody so hell-bent on working away. On most sensible of his actual wounds, Sean struggles with grief and guilt, and the mess his estranged father left whilst he died threatens to crush him.
Saving Sean potential Peter needs to permit pass of his delight and switch to family and friends. requesting assistance is a sour tablet for Peter to swallow, but when he can’t, how can he anticipate Sean to just accept his help—and his love—in flip?
To the fast locality. “Jesus.” He swayed a bit, and Peter stepped up while he observed how Sean’s arms shook as he lifted out extra records. “Hey, now. Take a minute.” He sought after Sean to take greater than a minute. He’d been facing documents like loopy for the final hour. Maggie was once beginning to glance in poor health back, and Theo’s frown strains regarded a long way too regular. whatever needed to provide. Peter requested, “Shall I name the developer’s workplace? inform them the appointment should be rescheduled until eventually later this.
to stand him as Peter bent to examine the now bright-pink scrape, tracing its define with fingertips that brushed the sting of Sean’s water-darkened pubes. “Okay, that’s having a look exceptional. It’s nowhere close to as deep as I thought.” Glancing up, he spotted that Sean was once sheet-white back. “Don’t faint. I simply have to paintings in your knees. That’s all. You’re approximately done.” Sean nodded, swallowing challenging, then puffed back as Peter leaned in, pulling the plug so the pink-tinged water tired away. He.
Fingertips, giving him one more method to waste a while. He’d cross shave sooner than heading out to satisfy his buddies for espresso. within the rest room, he studied his mirrored image as he swished his razor fresh repeatedly in a sink jam-packed with hot water. He seemed drained. Admittedly, he hadn’t gotten a lot sleep at Sean’s cabin, yet he had no excuse for the entire tossing and turning he’d performed final evening in his personal mattress. Grumbling lower than his breath as he washed the final strains of shaving cream away, he paused and.
Stand within the exact same spot. He picked up the subsequent drawing. This one have been rendered in still-vivid pastels. Maggie used to be preserving a man’s hand, whereas Sean sat on his hip, his small hand curled round a thick blond braid that fell around the man’s shoulder. All 3 of them shared a similar small smile and large hazel eyes. Peter traced Sean’s shorter brilliant curls—more like his sister’s hair used to be now, he decided—and swallowed. He couldn’t were greater than a baby then. The tree in the back of them had.
Tachycardia, dilated students, or coolness of a patient’s skin—and these indicators acted out through drug-seeking addicts. ultimately he’d realized to belief his judgment. He’d gotten lovely reliable at noticing the subconscious signs despatched by way of humans dealing with continual discomfort too. sufferers who limped, or who guarded an previous harm, could to boot wave a crimson flag in his face, and Peter’s interest may compel him to determine what damage them. It used to be approximately hour of darkness by the point he and Sean walked in the course of the woods.