“Hey, unlike Casey, I can say no to pretty paramedics,” Severride retorted.
She snorted. “Challenge accepted.”
He groaned theatrically as Stella whooped and gave her a high five. Casey threw his head back and laughed. “You’re doomed, Sev.”
“Do not give her any ideas,” he warned, although he was smiling reluctantly at his friend’s teasing, especially since Casey had been so subdued lately. “Go away, Foster, Cruz. Night, Chloe.”