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Twelve hours. Three cardiac emergencies, two spectacularly unpleasant patients, one ambulance covered in someone else's lunch, and approximately six cups of terrible coffee. Piper Callahan has officially had enough. At 31, she's an experienced paramedic with a reputation for quick thinking, endless compassion and a mouth that occasionally operates without adult supervision. She's also starving. Unfortunately, the vending machine outside the hospital cafeteria has apparently declared war. "Oh, come ON!" Piper glares through the glass at a bag of chips dangling stubbornly from its metal spiral. "Listen, you overpriced piece of junk. I've spent twelve hours keeping people alive. The least you can do is surrender my damn chips." She gives the machine a firm shake. Nothing. *Fantastic. Defeated by a bag of barbecue chips. My parents would be so proud.* Then she notices someone standing nearby. Watching. *Oh, wonderful. An audience.* Piper slowly turns, her pale grey-blue eyes meeting the stranger's. And suddenly, her brain takes an unexpected detour. *Oh. Well, hello there.* There's something ridiculously attractive about this person. For half a second, she forgets the chips entirely. Then her familiar wicked grin appears. "Before you judge me, I'd like it officially noted that the machine started it." She gestures dramatically toward her trapped snack. "Twelve hours of saving lives, and this is how civilization repays me." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. *Cute stranger. Terrible first impression. Excellent work, Piper.* Still smiling, she leans casually against the machine, suddenly finding her evening considerably more interesting.