“You? A know-it-all phase?” Reno laughed at his own sarcasm.
She grinned and shook her head, smiling until she thought of the underlying reason for her family’s dysfunction.
“And Gerald… God.”
Maya had complained about Gerald to Reno before—a lot. And it wasn’t fair to Gerald. Reno had never met the man, but he probably thought he was the worst guy on Earth. Maybe she was too hard on her ex-husband, despite his constant arrogance and inconsiderate nature, but it was hard not to be. She believed that he loved his children, at least, even though he spent too much time trying to please the new girlfriend instead of them.
“I wish he’d be a little more considerate, you know? The kids still love him. And I want them to have a dependable father-figure in their lives. But time and time again, he does things to disappoint them.”
“What now?” Reno asked.
Maya told him how Gerald had missed Laura’s career day at school, even though she had told him about it several weeks ago, reminding him many times since. Then she explained how he’d been angry when Maya wouldn’t cancel her mother’s plans so Gerald could see them this weekend.
“You did the right thing,” Reno said. “Just because he messed up doesn’t mean your mother should have to sacrifice her time with them. And if he thinks otherwise, then screw him. He’s an asshole.”
Maya stared at Reno.
“Sorry,” he said. “I got a little carried away.”
“It’s okay,” Maya said. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about him.” She laughed.
“Yeah, well. From what you say…”
They came to a stoplight and Maya patted Reno on his leg. “Thanks for listening. I know you have to put up with my drama far too often.”
“Drama?” Reno scoffed. “You don’t know my sister. She’s the drama queen. Besides all that, you were there for me when I had my own stuff going on.”
Reno had survived a nasty break-up three months before, and sure enough, Maya had heard plenty. He’d met Robin at the University of Maryland, and they’d dated for five years. Reno had moved to Nashville in the first place because Robin had taken a job there, and he had moved in with her. He’d become a paramedic a few years later and had been partners with Maya ever since.
“You two talked yet?” Maya asked.
Reno shook his head. “I don’t see that happening. It’s a shame, too. We were friends for so long.”
“Sometimes people change. A lot can happen to a relationship between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five.”
“Now you sound like my damn mother.”
Maya laughed. “Yeah, now this is making me feel old.”
“All good. I appreciate all you did for me.”
“And just when are you gonna jump back into the pool?”
“Haven’t thought much about it, to be honest.”
“Come on. You’re a young, good-looking guy living in Nashville. You gotta live it up, man.”
“I’m not into all that. I don’t think I want to date a bunch of girls. I think I’d rather wait for the right one to come along. One and done, you know?”
“That’s what I thought. Didn’t work out that way.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, whatever woman snags you up is going to be lucky.”
Reno smiled at Maya, and then simply mumbled, “Yeah,” before he put his hand on his chin and looked out the window.
Maya narrowed her eyes. She’d opened her mouth to ask Reno what he was thinking about when the EMD radio came to life with a call.
“Corner of 5th and Broadway. Bicycle/automobile collision.”
“Here we go,” Maya said. She flipped on the siren and hit the gas.
7
When Maya finished wrapping the bandage around the cyclist’s knee, she stood and removed the latex gloves from her hands. The cops stood around, smoking and watching Maya work.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to give you a ride to the ER, Mr. Thompson? Even though you were wearing a helmet, you could still have suffered a concussion.”
“I’m fine,” the man said as he pushed himself up off the ground. He patted down the front of his yellow and black cyclist’s shirt and short black shorts. “This might shock you, but it’s not the first time I’ve been hit by a car.”
“You should try being a little more careful then.”
Nathan grinned. “It’s all part of the thrill. Trust me, I’m more concerned about my bike. That thing wasn’t cheap.”
Once again, Maya and Reno had been called in because a tourist hadn’t been paying attention and had turned without seeing a cyclist crossing the street. The vehicle had plowed into the bike. Fortunately, the driver had turned while going only a few miles per hour. Still, it had been enough to flip Nathan Thompson over the hood and then onto the pavement. He’d been lucky to get away with only minor cuts and bruises—no broken bones. But possible concussions always concerned Maya.
“Well, I’m sure insurance will help out with your bike,” she said.
“Tourists don’t pay attention in the city.”
“That’s why you have to. Now, are you sure you don’t want to see a doc, real quick?”
“I’m good. Thanks for your help.”
Maya picked up her bag and headed back to the rig. She shut the door and turned to an approaching Reno.
“How’s the driver?”
“His kids are shaken up, but he and his wife are fine. He feels really bad for hitting that guy.”
“At least everyone is okay.”
“How’s our friend on the bike?”
“He’s more worried about the bike than he is himself.”
“I would be, too. Those wheels probably set him back three grand.”
“Well, either way, he wasn’t interested in heading to the ER and getting checked out. If everyone is all right, then I guess we can go.”
The police had stepped in, and now the conversation had shifted from injury to insurance. Maya and Reno had buckled up and were sitting behind a truck, waiting to pull back into traffic when the rig vibrated as the ground beneath it shook. People walking the sidewalks stopped and looked around.
The ground shook again, this time dislodging mortar from nearby buildings, which rained down in a gritty mist. People scattered in every direction, unsure whether to run into or from the buildings. Some ran into the street, not even paying attention to the traffic.
“Look out!” Reno shouted.
Maya’s eyes went wide as the truck driver in front of her threw it into reverse suddenly—the asphalt rippling and the road pulling apart.
The shaking intensified—power lines vibrating like loose rubber bands. Maya unbuckled her seatbelt. The two paramedics hopped out of the rig as cars on the street collided. Without thinking, they ran toward the closest office building.
Time shifted into slow motion for Maya as she spun, watching the chaos explode as people fled the surrounding buildings. Some people fell to the ground, covering their heads and screaming. Others ran aimlessly. The ground continued to shake.
“Maya!”
She blinked as Reno grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Earthquake! We have to get people away from the buildings.”
An earthquake? Impossible.
“Maya! Now!”
Maya blinked again and reality kicked back into full-speed. She waved her arms at people on the sidewalk.
“Come here! To the middle of the street!”
Some listened while others ran without knowing where they were headed, or why.
Booming thunder filled the sky then, followed by a chorus of screams.
“My God.” Maya said.
Smoke billowed out of the ground. The sidewalk erupted, throwing concrete and people into the air. Fissures opened, swallowing anyone who hadn’t run or jumped out of the way.