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KIM BALDWIN. Erin looped one arm through Gable’s, claiming her as her partner for the exercise
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Erin looped one arm through Gable’s, claiming her as her partner for the exercise.
Gable couldn’t mask her surprise. “Don’t you want to work with Tim?”
“I can’t, I have to mingle,” Tim said before Erin could answer.
“You want to be victim or rescuer F rst?” Erin asked.
“Rescuer,” Gable said.
Erin lay f at on the mat and Gable went through the process, reciting what she was doing aloud so Erin could follow along. “Gently tilt the head to clear the airway. Look, listen, and feel for any sign of breathing. Clear any airway obstruction.” Her hands were shaking slightly as she touched Erin’s face and neck. She hoped to God Erin didn’t notice.
“Now the breathing.” She put her mouth near Erin’s, and simulated the technique, turning her head to watch for the rise and fall of Erin’s chest. She could see the faintest outline of Erin’s nipples through the thin material of her T-shirt, and it made her pulse quicken and her mind go hazy for a moment.
She snapped back to what she was doing. “The victim is unresponsive,” she said, her voice higher than usual. She put two F ngers on Erin’s neck near her windpipe, feeling for the carotid artery.
Erin’s pulse was strong, but a bit faster than normal. “No pulse. I’m starting compressions.”
She positioned her right hand on Erin’s chest below her breasts, feeling for the sternum, and used it to judge where to place her hands.
Locking her elbows, she began simulating compressions, all the while trying to keep her mind on the task at hand.
Her former CPR training was certainly nothing like this. Despite her best efforts, she was getting aroused touching Erin.
It only got worse when they switched positions. Erin’s lips, so close to hers, were a profound temptation. And having Erin’s hands on her, however clinically, unleashed a growing pool of wetness between her legs.
“Okay, everyone had a turn?” Leslie asked. “Good. Now we want to practice two-rescuer CPR. Let’s break up into threes so we have a patient for each team.”
There weren’t enough people to make it work out perfectly, so Tim joined Gable and Erin for the next part.
“I’ll be the victim,” Tim told the women, lying f at on the mat.
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“I’ll do breathing F rst, okay?” Erin looked at Gable.
“Sure.” Gable positioned herself alongside Tim’s chest to begin compressions.
Erin was trying to be entirely professional about the whole thing, and so was Tim, but Gable caught the shared shy smiles between them just before Erin leaned down to simulate mouth-to-mouth.
They switched places then, and when Erin put her hands on Tim’s chest to begin compressions, Gable’s overactive imagination found the whole maneuver entirely too erotic.
“Be right back.” She excused herself and headed outside, where she leaned against the wall of the garage and tried to regain her composure.
You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. You need to get a grip, girl. It’sonly going to get tougher and tougher.
The door beside her opened and she half turned, expecting—hoping—to see Erin. But it was Carl.
“When did you get here?” she asked. “I didn’t see you come in.”
“Just a few minutes ago. Came in to pick up the training schedule.
I’m going to work with Erin on the breathing apparatus next week.
How’s the CPR going?”
“Fine,” she lied.
“Gable, what’s going on with you?” Carl squinted at her in the dim light as if he was trying to read her expression.
She looked at the ground. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on with me.”
“Okay, whatever you say. You know you can talk to me, right?”
“Nothing to talk about,” she insisted, still avoiding his eyes.
“Whatever. I’m heading home. You have my number if you change your mind.” He turned and headed toward his car.
If Carl can see so easily that something is bothering you, she wondered, how long will it be before Erin picks up on it too and startsasking questions?
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