Spark Of Desire. Christa Maurice

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СКАЧАТЬ to it all day long. The doctor shifted to the other side and requested two more deep breaths. She’d never envisioned herself with an older man, though. In all those weddings she’d envisioned while leafing through the wedding flower book, she’d pictured a younger groom. Younger, black hair, tall, more wiry than bulky, deep soft brown eyes. The doctor tested her lungs from the front and then he listened to her heart. He was being overly thorough, in her opinion.

      He picked up her chart. “Yup, excellent color. Are you still taking birth control, or do you just collect the little round boxes?”

      “I’m taking them.”

      “Even though you aren’t using them for their intended purpose?” He looked at her through his eyebrows. “I’m your doctor. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Medically, you’re safer waiting.”

      “The boxes are rectangular,” Jessica grumbled. She stared at the wall, willing her blush away. It had to be a record. Thirty years old and a virgin. “And I want to be prepared.”

      “Nothing wrong with that,” Dr. Masciano murmured, bending her knees. “You know, if you want a job where people throw up on you, you could become a nurse.” He took out his rubber mallet and tested her reflexes. “It’s going to take a couple of years of college, but there’s no age limit to start.”

      “I was pre-med tending toward Emergency Medicine in college.”

      “You could do that too. It’s much like the fire department in many respects, except the job is always in the same place and there’s less smoke.” He probed her glands. “I could even help you out.”

      “Maybe if I wash out of the fire department.” Jessica didn’t want to admit to that possibility, but knew she had to. She hated the idea of failing in front of Kevin. What if she couldn’t make the grade? What if the training was too hard, or if she hurt herself, or she couldn’t master the material? For the rest of her life she’d be stuck working at the bookstore and hightailing it to the warehouse every time he walked in.

      Dr. Marciano shrugged and made a few notes on her chart. “It’s your choice. You’re in excellent condition. I want you to come back in six weeks for a follow-up. People have been known to develop heart murmurs and other defects when doing strenuous exercise. Listen to your body. Don’t push yourself past your better judgment to impress your fireman friend. He’s not going to be impressed if you pull something or pass out because you stressed your system. You still run, don’t you?”

      “Three or four times a week.”

      “At least you’re not starting from total inactivity. Don’t hesitate to call me if you have any questions or concerns.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Good luck. Make an appointment for six weeks from now. And don’t forget to call your parents.”

      * * * *

      Jessica checked her answering machine when she got home after midnight. It had one message. Mindi had the day off, which Jessica appreciated more than she wanted to admit. She considered Mindi a good friend, but after the stern lecture from her doctor, she didn’t think she was ready for another hysterical episode from her best friend. As it was, the rumor had already gone around the store and become distorted. She’d had to explain to one of the coffee bar girls that she wasn’t dating a firefighter, she was training to be one. Then she’d had to explain to Tony that she hadn’t been in a fire, she wanted to pull people out of them. And just about every woman on staff had told her to bring around some cute firefighters. For some reason, every time someone mentioned cute firefighters, she thought of Kevin.

      Kevin was not her idea of a cute firefighter. If he were thirty, she’d have been overjoyed to have him speak to her, let alone have him offer to train her. But he wasn’t thirty. He was too old. Goldilocks.

      “Hello, Jessica.”

      Jessica sank into the couch at the sound of his voice.

      “I spoke to a friend of mine about helping me work with you. She works down at Eleven, and she should have some insight on what you’ll need to work on as a woman.” He coughed. “Give me a call and let me know when we can meet. Bobbie and I will both be off duty day after tomorrow. It looks like you’re right around the corner from here, so maybe we can meet at Meechan’s Kitchen.”

      He pronounced it Meechan’s Keetchen so it rhymed. You could always tell somebody was from the neighborhood by how they pronounced the name of the local diner.

      “If that’s okay with you. Unless you’ve chickened out already.” He laughed.

      His dark little chuckle sent a thrill down her spine. No, she hadn’t chickened out. If she did, she’d never be able to face him again. She couldn’t stand the idea of him being disappointed in her.

      “Give me a call. You can leave a message on my machine when you get in. I’m looking forward to hearing from you. Good-bye, Jessica.”

      Jessica’s chest tightened. He was looking forward to hearing from her. If only he wasn’t so old. She’d never get to sleep now. Until the moment she heard his voice on her machine she’d been tired. Now she wanted to run a marathon, but she wasn’t sure if she was excited because he called or because she was training to join the fire department. Pulling on some sweats, she left her apartment for a quick run around the neighborhood.

      * * * *

      “So who’s your new girlfriend?” Dan asked before Kevin had even gotten out of his car.

      “I don’t have a new girlfriend.” Kevin slammed his car door, cursing himself for ever involving Bobbie in this.

      “Bobbie said you were helping some woman train to take the exam. Since one and one usually equal two, she must be cute.”

      “She is not cute.” Kevin almost bit his tongue. It was sort of a lie. She was good-looking, but if he admitted that to them, they’d never leave him alone.

      “Kevin the celibate has a girlfriend?” Doug Reynolds asked, walking out the back door of the station. Once more he'd managed to shave his entire head except for the spot directly under his nose.

      Kevin kept his eyes on the ground. Doug was too perceptive and too mean. Jack would have known when to back off, but Jack was still out with his sprained wrist, playing house with Kate, and that’s why Kevin was doing stupid things like offering to train strange women for the department test. This was all Jack’s fault. “I do not have a girlfriend.” Kevin walked past them to the station. “I’m just helping her out.”

      “Why? You’ve never done that before.” Dan and Doug trailed him into the locker room.

      “She works at the bookstore, and I know her pretty well.” That was an outright lie. He’d talked to her on a couple of occasions, but he didn’t know her at all. “She mentioned that she wanted to be a paramedic.”

      “And why wouldn’t she? It’s the coolest job in the station,” Dan said.

      “Unless you get to be captain.”

      The three men turned around to face the captain in the doorway.

      “Come on, you clowns.” The captain jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. “Time for PT. Marshall, hold up.”

      Dan and Doug ducked out of the locker room, leaving СКАЧАТЬ