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The big man eyed her curiously for a moment. She really hoped he couldn’t read minds. After such a ludicrous morning she was starting to believe anything was possible. Even that.
Whatever was going on in his head seemed to go as quickly as it had come. He blew out a long breath before neutralising his expression. “Do you mind if I check you over?”
Ummm ... “Check me over?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m one of the medics on the crew.”
Libby’s head tilted as she allowed herself one last perusal of his tan uniform. “Oh. Uh, if you’re a medic, how come you’re dressed as a firefighter?”
Her eyes returned to his face just in time to witness his lips twitch. “I’m not allowed to be good at two things?”
She couldn’t stop her eyebrow from raising. Was he trying to be funny? “Um, nooo ... I’m sure you have many talents, Mr Firefighter-Slash-Medic.”
Um, what was that? You dork.
Seemingly enjoying just how dorky she was, she watched, fascinated, as his lips quirked up to one side. “Do I have your permission to give you a once over?”
You can give me a once over anytime.
Libby had to physically shake away her thoughts this time. “Oh. Um, yeah, sure. I’m fine, though. I didn’t hurt myself or anything. Can you not call me ma’am? It makes me feel really old and I’m having a bad enough day as it is.”
A full-blown smile was now lighting up his features, the sight almost turning her into a puddle of goo right there on the street.
Good lord, who the hell was this man? He was like a real-life fantasy. It just figured she would come face to face with him while she was looking like an extra from The Walking Dead.
Fuck my life.
“What should I call you?”
“Oh, um, Libby. That’s my name.”
That’s my name? Seriously?
“Okay, Libby. I’m just gonna go grab a few things. I’ll be back in a sec to check you over.”
Before she knew it, he was back. He offered her a foil blanket and checked her vitals, despite her insistence she was fine. Libby really did feel alright. Other than his touch waking up her once-comatose girly parts. But in all fairness, it had been a really, really long time since they’d seen any action. And even then, none of those guys looked like this guy.
It also didn’t help he’d now taken off his helmet, revealing a messy mop of dirty blonde hair. Those baby blues and dimples paired with a five o’ clock shadow were a lethal combination. And don’t even get her started on that body of his.
“My name’s Zach, by the way. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”
Meeting his eyes once again, Libby managed a small smile, which he immediately returned. “Nice to meet you, Zach.”
“You’re new in town, right?”
“Uh, yeah. How did you—”
She was cut off by another hulking man in uniform who stepped beside them. He didn’t bother to crouch down like Zach. “You okay, ma’am? Neighbor reported he heard screaming.”
Oh shit.
“Oh, yeah. There was screaming. I mean, yes, I did scream. But it was more like a release, y’know? Like, when you’re having a really shitty day and you scream into a pillow. It was kinda like that.” For the love of God, stop talking. “Anyway, yeah, I’m fine. All good. Hunky-dory.”
Hunky-dory? Really? And screaming into pillows? Way to embarrass yourself in front of the handsome firefighters. Are your Disney pajamas not enough humiliation for you? Do you want to detail your hair removal regime next?
Luckily, the other man decided not to comment. He simply nodded, for which Libby was grateful. Once he’d given Zach a quick update on the cause of the fire – that blasted toaster – he disappeared and left the two of them alone again.
Turns out, just the mention of the toaster was enough to bring back her rage.
