The Fire he Ignited in Me

Chapter 10

This is what some night call stalking or an obsession, but this is what I call disposing of an

issue.

Maybe the has another side job he needed to get to, but how can I know if I don't check?

Of course I didn't leave anything behind this morning, so I can't just walk up and knock, so at the

moment, anyone watching can find me standing on a wayward bucket and peering into the

blinded window. The cracks are just big enough for me to see some light through, but I don't see

anyone yet.

Straining my calves to stretch just an inch longer, I crane my neck both ways. He's a firefighter

for God's sakes. He wouldn't walk out leaving the lights on! He has to be here.

A small movement from the hall to the kitchen confirms my suspicions. He's home. That bastard

lied to me so that he could get rid of me!

A fool I am for thinking he cared as more than a first responder. Taking me to get a car wasn't

making a move. Letting me stay in his bed wasn't a move. He's just trying to be nice!

And here i am standing on a plastic bucket that could break any second and send my face

tumbling against the brick. i***t. You're an i***t Anabelle.

Stepping down and sighing in dissapointment, I use the time it takes to get to my car to take in

the fact that I was selfish again. Someone was being kind and of course, I misread their

intentions.

Trent is practically built like a God anyway. He would never want me.

•••

"I though I told you-"

"I know," I cut of my partner Anthony who gives me his diva look.

"Don't come back till Monday, but I'm fine! It wasn't that bad and I need to take my mind off of

everything."

My finely dressed partner in crime shakes his head and hugs me tightly.

"You worried me ya know? Pull over next time, girl. Now we have another wedding to plan and

I was just about to take the Tabbot's cake tasting. Let's go."

Cake flavors. The very thing got me into this mess in the first place. At least I can eat my

problems away.

•••

Now it's not that I don't love my job, but I should have taken the day off like I was supposed to.

It took three hours for Mr. Tabbot to agree on a cake flavor with his wife to be and they ended up

getting a different flavor for all five tiers.

At this rate, their wedding won't be fully together in five months without some serious

negotiations and connection calls. They haven't even picked a venue!

Despite the rough day and the even rougher start, pulling into my neighborhood makes me feel

like all my problems are left at the top of the street. At least it used to. Now it seems my

problems are at the top of my driveway in the form of a 6'4 tan skinned sculpted firefighter.

Trent. I pull in with a mind of rushing thoughts. Could he be here to tell me he liked? To ask me

out? To apologize for rushing me out this morning?

I hop out of the car and smile at the man who takes up more of my thoughts each day, but my

grin drops just as quickly as it formed.

Trent holds up the small thumb sized teddy that I attached to my keys as soon as the dealer

handed them to me.

"I believe this is yours. I found it outside of my window."