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these days. Normally she liked that it
was small, easily ignored, but now she was irritated that she
couldn’t see his questionable smile clearly from the kitchen.
    Miranda was speaking. Something about plastic
surgery. Caitlyn made what she hoped was an appropriately
interested noise in reply.
    Miranda paused. “You should get some sleep.
It won’t look so bad in the morning.”
    Caitlyn hummed agreeably and thumbed the
phone off after they said their goodbyes. No texts from Daniel. No
call. Nothing to reassure her that he liked her boobs too.
    They were nice boobs, dang it. Not as big as
Elena’s, but at least Caitlyn wouldn’t have back issues later in
life from carting around cantaloupes on her chest.
    She used the counter to lever herself back to
her feet, nearly rolling her ankle before she found her balance on
the little red high heeled sandals she’d decided completed her show
watching ensemble. After collecting her Rockies cup of vodka, she
made a remarkably steady crossing to the television.
    Daniel was still smiling.
    Maybe it was the lighting that made him look
fake.
    More light. Then she could see him better.
Caitlyn turned, kicking aside the veil, and charted a course to the
wall switch behind the potbelly stove.
    She flipped the switch. Sparks crackled and
sprayed, shooting out of the switch.
    Oh shit. Caitlyn yelped and flung the
liquid contents of her glass at the sparking switch.
    For a moment nothing seemed to happen, then whoosh . Fire burst in her face, eating up the wall, heat
slamming into her face like a slap. She screamed, leaping
backward.
    Or attempting to leap. Her heel caught on the
train of her veil and she tumbled to the ground, landing hard on
her butt. The Rockies cup plinked to the ground and rolled away
from her hip. She tried to scramble backward, crab walking away
from the flames as they traveled eagerly up the wall, but the veil
tangled around her limbs, clinging and cloying.
    “Shit, shit, shit.” Her house was on fire and
her brain couldn’t seem to catch up. What was she supposed to do?
She knew throwing water on grease fires was bad, but what were you
supposed to do with electrical fires?
    Obviously not throw 90-proof liquor on them,
but she hadn’t been thinking. Her hand had jerked out throwing the
alcohol before she’d even registered what she was doing.
    Daniel had poured wine over a brazier in
Spain to smother the fire and it had worked like a charm. Maybe
there was something about the percentage of alcohol?
    The flames roared and crackled.
    Shit. Her apartment was on fire and her brain
was jabbering about alcohol content.
    Think, Caitlyn . Call 911. Find a fire
extinguisher. Save the piano.
    Priorities.
    A rain of thunder pounded against her door.
“Ms. Gregg?” a deep voice bellowed through. “Are you all
right?”
    Oh thank God. Help .
    But was she supposed to open the door?
Adrenaline wasn’t burning away the alcohol fast enough and she
couldn’t think. Something about oxygen feeding fires and not
opening doors and windows?
    The fire spit and sprayed, raining flaming
embers of wall down onto the gauzy kindling of the veil. The tulle
went up in flames.
    A scream ripped out of Caitlyn’s mouth.
    The door exploded inward.
    He was huge. Magnificent. A dark god storming
down from Olympus. This was no angel, no savior. This was Mount
Freaking Doom coming calling. The entire world went into slow
motion. She could see each individual particle of ash floating in
the air as he loomed there, framed by the doorway. Her jaw dropped,
what remained of her mental functions abandoning her, leaving only
one word echoing in the empty cavern of her mind.
    Wow.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
    Will took in the situation with a single
sweeping glance.
    The fire seemed relatively contained—flames
licking up a five square foot patch around a light switch on the
exterior wall—but he knew how quickly that could change. Sprawled
on the floor in front of the fire lay a tangle of long