Page 3 of Burned By Fire

I stare at her. She holds her arms wide like a goalkeeper, ready to stop me. The determination I’ve seen many times before is fierce in her brown eyes. My gaze drops lower to her cleavage. I can’t deny she’s attractive with her full lips and womanly curves, but she’s eleven years younger than me. Besides, what would she want with me, anyway?

“I’ll walk. The fresh air will do me good,” I say through gritted teeth.

She grabs my left arm. I can barely feel it, but I try not to flinch away. “Give Jackie one more chance. She’s good at what she does and I’d like my friend back.” Her voice is sincere, but there’s a hint of something else. Something like pain.

“I don’t need you to care for me. Move out of my way.” I signal for her to let me pass.

“It’s too late for that. I’ve cared for you since the first firefighter’s calendar I hung on my wall. We worked together for almost a year, and I’m your friend. Please let me take you home so I can sleep a little easier tonight.” She frowns after rushing out her words.

“You have my calendar?” I should’ve guessed she’d collect fire charity memorabilia because she’s overly eager when it comes to anything related to the job.

“More than one, Mr. May.” A warm blush creeps over her face, but I think I know what she’s doing. It’s a distraction technique, and it’s working.

“Okay. I’ll let you drive me home,” I finally say.

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