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Authors: Robin Bielman
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all your sexed up glances become contagious. Jesus.”
Shane checked the time on his watch. Eleven forty-five. Fifteen minutes till closing, but the pub still held a good amount of people.
“Where’d your date go?” he asked.
“I didn’t have a date. That was just some guy who wanted to buy me drinks and get in my pants. So not happening.” She sniffed the air. “Hey, do you smell that?”
Yeah, he did. It smelled like something was burning. He caught the back of Kagan as she disappeared into the kitchen. Was that smoke wafting into the bar? A second later the fire alarm sounded and he flew out of his chair.
“Get out of here,” he said to Erin.
“What?”
He pulled her up from her chair. “Go. I think there’s a fire.”
Everything after that happened in a whirlwind. Shane pulled Milt away from the entrance to the kitchen. “I’ve got this. You get your customers out of here safely.” Behind him, Shane could hear the panic of those left in the bar. The sound of chairs toppling, feet shuffling. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he pushed through the swinging door.
“Kagan!” Smoke choked him and burned his eyes. Heat blasted him like he’d walked into a furnace. Flames lit up the corner of the room.
“Over here!” She coughed and kept coughing, drawing him to her position.
He found her kneeling behind Barney. The large happy-go-lucky chef was lying on his back. Kagan had her arms under him, hands clasped at his chest.
“I think he hit his head and got knocked out,” she said.
“Let me.”
She moved out of the way and Shane got a good grip on him. He had to weigh near two-fifty. Blood stained the side of his temple, but he was still breathing.
Kagan held open the door and Shane dragged him out of the kitchen. The pub had emptied except for Milt, whose already creased face seemed to have aged a decade in the last ten minutes.
“Come on,” Kagan said, taking Milt’s arm and holding him close as she led him toward the front door.
Sirens sounded and a minute later, firemen ran in to relieve Shane of his rescue and put out the kitchen fire. He rushed out the door to find Kagan.
She was right there waiting for him, a fireman at her side, his yellow-coated arm held out to keep her in place. “They w-wouldn’t let me back in,” she stammered.
He wrapped her in his arms, lifted her off the ground and carried her away from the building to a more secluded spot beside a pickup truck in the parking lot. She slid down his body until her feet touched the ground.
His hands cupped her cheeks, and he took in every beautiful part of her face. A black smudge marred one cheek. Her eyes were red, glassy. Her lips trembled. He brought his forehead to hers and took a deep breath.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
They stayed like that for seconds. Minutes. Hell, he didn’t know for how long. All he knew was relief coursed through him now that Kagan was okay. Flashes of Mia and her injuries skittered through his mind, and it wasn’t until the clenched nerves in his back muscles relaxed that he lifted his head. Sliding his hands slowly down her neck, she shivered.
“You cold?”
“No.” Her chest rose and fell. She concentrated on him like she needed to keep eye contact in order to stay steady.
He looked away. He wasn’t the reliable kind of guy.
“You two all right?”
Shane dropped his hands and turned. A paramedic holding a first aid kit scanned them top to bottom.
“Fine, thanks,” he said.
“Miss?”
Kagan coughed. Harsh. Rough. She covered her mouth with her hand. “I think so.” But one more bark and the paramedic asked her to follow him to one of the ambulances in order to give her a breathing treatment.
A breathing treatment? Shane’s heart raced, a heart he swore he wouldn’t let get involved with a woman ever again. After Mia…after he’d let her down and she’d been injured, he’d been devastated. He still couldn’t forgive himself. He hadn’t seen her in
Shane checked the time on his watch. Eleven forty-five. Fifteen minutes till closing, but the pub still held a good amount of people.
“Where’d your date go?” he asked.
“I didn’t have a date. That was just some guy who wanted to buy me drinks and get in my pants. So not happening.” She sniffed the air. “Hey, do you smell that?”
Yeah, he did. It smelled like something was burning. He caught the back of Kagan as she disappeared into the kitchen. Was that smoke wafting into the bar? A second later the fire alarm sounded and he flew out of his chair.
“Get out of here,” he said to Erin.
“What?”
He pulled her up from her chair. “Go. I think there’s a fire.”
Everything after that happened in a whirlwind. Shane pulled Milt away from the entrance to the kitchen. “I’ve got this. You get your customers out of here safely.” Behind him, Shane could hear the panic of those left in the bar. The sound of chairs toppling, feet shuffling. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he pushed through the swinging door.
“Kagan!” Smoke choked him and burned his eyes. Heat blasted him like he’d walked into a furnace. Flames lit up the corner of the room.
“Over here!” She coughed and kept coughing, drawing him to her position.
He found her kneeling behind Barney. The large happy-go-lucky chef was lying on his back. Kagan had her arms under him, hands clasped at his chest.
“I think he hit his head and got knocked out,” she said.
“Let me.”
She moved out of the way and Shane got a good grip on him. He had to weigh near two-fifty. Blood stained the side of his temple, but he was still breathing.
Kagan held open the door and Shane dragged him out of the kitchen. The pub had emptied except for Milt, whose already creased face seemed to have aged a decade in the last ten minutes.
“Come on,” Kagan said, taking Milt’s arm and holding him close as she led him toward the front door.
Sirens sounded and a minute later, firemen ran in to relieve Shane of his rescue and put out the kitchen fire. He rushed out the door to find Kagan.
She was right there waiting for him, a fireman at her side, his yellow-coated arm held out to keep her in place. “They w-wouldn’t let me back in,” she stammered.
He wrapped her in his arms, lifted her off the ground and carried her away from the building to a more secluded spot beside a pickup truck in the parking lot. She slid down his body until her feet touched the ground.
His hands cupped her cheeks, and he took in every beautiful part of her face. A black smudge marred one cheek. Her eyes were red, glassy. Her lips trembled. He brought his forehead to hers and took a deep breath.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
They stayed like that for seconds. Minutes. Hell, he didn’t know for how long. All he knew was relief coursed through him now that Kagan was okay. Flashes of Mia and her injuries skittered through his mind, and it wasn’t until the clenched nerves in his back muscles relaxed that he lifted his head. Sliding his hands slowly down her neck, she shivered.
“You cold?”
“No.” Her chest rose and fell. She concentrated on him like she needed to keep eye contact in order to stay steady.
He looked away. He wasn’t the reliable kind of guy.
“You two all right?”
Shane dropped his hands and turned. A paramedic holding a first aid kit scanned them top to bottom.
“Fine, thanks,” he said.
“Miss?”
Kagan coughed. Harsh. Rough. She covered her mouth with her hand. “I think so.” But one more bark and the paramedic asked her to follow him to one of the ambulances in order to give her a breathing treatment.
A breathing treatment? Shane’s heart raced, a heart he swore he wouldn’t let get involved with a woman ever again. After Mia…after he’d let her down and she’d been injured, he’d been devastated. He still couldn’t forgive himself. He hadn’t seen her in
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