Spark Of Desire Read Free

Decker.”
    “I’ll help you.”
    “Help me what?” Jessica drew back, stopping just before she fell off the stool. She wanted to run into the warehouse and hide in the magazine back stock until she pulled herself together. This was awful. Only a year before she became too old.
    “Help you pass the test.”
    She tapped the book in her lap with her finger. “This test?” He must be crazy. Naturally, the day she could least handle the crazy guy she got him. “How are you planning to do that?”
    “I’m a firefighter. I took it and passed it.”
    “You’re a firefighter?”
    “That’s how I know the cutoff age.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
    The weight of his hand distracted her by reminding her of wrestling matches, but she needed to be sure he was saying what she thought he was saying before she turned skittish and silly. “You’re really willing to mentor me?”
    “Sure. I’m not busy right now. They just did exams about a week ago, so you’ve got ten or eleven weeks to study and get in shape before the next round. From the look of you, it won’t take that long.” He looked her over again.
    Jessica started at him with her mouth open. Ten or eleven weeks. With his help, she could have a new job, her dream job, by the time the weather turned. “You really want to do this? Even though I’m a woman?”
    “Doesn’t matter to me. We all look about the same in turnouts.”
    Jessica threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him to the floor. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
    “No problem.” He reached up and took her arms from around his neck. “Happy birthday.”
    “It is now.” She bit back a sob. “You’re going to need my phone number.”
    “Yes, and I’ll give you mine,” he said, holding her wrists with just his fingers.
    She backed away, pulling her hands away from him, feeling the bright blush on her cheeks. What had she been thinking, hugging him? Still, the overwhelming glee at his offer bubbled around in her veins, and she wouldn’t have been able to control herself if she’d tried. If she’d thought she could get away with it, she’d hug him again. Right about now, she’d have hugged Darla if she’d been handy, although hugging Kevin Marshall was a more exciting prospect. “There’s scrap paper over here.” She led him to the History desk and found paper and a pen.
    “I’ll find out when the next exams start, and we’ll plan a schedule for you,” he told her. “You might want to pick up one of those exam books for the questions. And you’ll want to get to your doctor for a physical before we start training.”
    Jessica nodded as she wrote down her full name, phone number and address. “I can call the doctor’s office today and set up an appointment. He can usually get me in within a day or so.” She handed Kevin the pen and another piece of paper.
    “Call me when you get your appointment so we can meet right away. We’re on a pretty tight schedule.”
    “What if I’m not ready by then?” Jessica finger-combed her hair. Her hands trembled, tangling in the ends.
    “You’ll be ready.” He handed back the pen and paper and looked at her face. “Don’t worry, if something goes wrong, they’ll have the exams again in December. So I’ll hear from you soon?”
    “Today or tomorrow.”
    “Okay. We’ll get you into the department, and then we’ll work on paramedic certification.” He held out his hand again.
    She shook it. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
    “Finish training and pass the test.” He folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket. “See ya soon.”
    “Yes. Very soon.” He had a purposeful, rolling gait and a nice tight rear, which, if he turned around and caught her looking at, would be embarrassing. Blinking at the paper he’d given her, she tried to focus on the thick block letters he printed his name and address with. The address wasn’t far from her house. About ten blocks.
    That cute,