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patient.”
“You’re crazy, girlfriend. If anything, we’ll all start looking at you funny if you let that fine piece of man get away. At least I know for a fact I will.” Jenny started cracking up and got up from her seat.
“If you’re not doing anything this weekend, stop over. Walt and the kids would love to see you, and I think we better squeeze in as many visits as possible before you start dating that fine man and no longer have time to come and visit us.”
Samantha rolled her eyes.
“Walt will probably put some stuff on the grill Saturday, so stop by if you can.”
“Yeah, yeah, I might stop by, but only to see the kids and Walt. But you…you with your big jinxing mouth? No way.”
Jenny really cracked up then. “See you Saturday, girlfriend.”
She winked and left Samantha to her contemplation.
Joel sat parked outside of the office building for Hightower Security. He had been driving past on his way home from the computer store and stopped. It was a Saturday afternoon so no one was there, but he had been inside enough times to know that the plush, modern-style offices were a far cry from the firehouse.
The firehouse had pretty much been a second home. It bustled with energy and excitement. It bristled with friendship and camaraderie. Even though Hightower Security was a family-owned business, he couldn’t imagine the office building housing the same kind of vibe and pulse as the firehouse.
When he fought fires, he felt alive and worthwhile, like he was doing something important, helping people. He felt like a strong man, and even though he realized on certain levels that his masculinity wasn’t wrapped up in his uniform, he still had a hard time thinking about one without the other. Where else would he be able to get that kind of feeling?
He glanced at the tall, glossy, mirrored-window building. He didn’t know if he would be able to find what he needed in there.
He thought about his discussion with his brothers a few days ago and realized it was time for him to start thinking about things he had been putting off—like what was he going to do if he could not fight fires any longer.
The probability he was done on the fire department was more than high, but he hadn’t really given up hope. He held on to the belief something miraculous would happen and he would be the man he was before the accident.
It was getting harder and harder to hold on to that belief, but he couldn’t let go. He didn’t want to face his bleak reality. Saying he would take a position at Hightower Security felt too much like giving up. The mere thought of it caused his gut to roll and his skin to run cold.
Depression started to set in as he let out a breath and started up his vehicle. He didn’t know if he would be able to survive without the thrill.
Instead of going to his parents’ home and sharing a meal with them, he decided to stop by the grocery store in Elmwood Park, since it was so close to the Hightower office building in Fairlawn. They also had a wider variety of food and fresher products, and truth be told, since it was in the suburbs it was cleaner and kept up a little bit better. Plus, it wasn’t too far from his town house. A bunch of TV dinners would insure he wouldn’t have to be around people again until he was in a better mood.
When he got to the frozen-food aisle, he saw a sight that suddenly took all the self-pity and sad thoughts away. Instead, they were replaced with pure lust.
He saw the phenomenal backside of Samantha “Little Miss Spitfire” Dash in a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt tied at the side. Taking in her glossy, black, twisted hair and her luscious behind, he’d know her anywhere, from any angle.
She was struggling with about three bags of ice, and he rushed over to help her with them as he thought of all the amazing things he could do to her with the right amount of time and just a fraction of that ice.
He smiled as he crept up on her and relieved her of two
“You’re crazy, girlfriend. If anything, we’ll all start looking at you funny if you let that fine piece of man get away. At least I know for a fact I will.” Jenny started cracking up and got up from her seat.
“If you’re not doing anything this weekend, stop over. Walt and the kids would love to see you, and I think we better squeeze in as many visits as possible before you start dating that fine man and no longer have time to come and visit us.”
Samantha rolled her eyes.
“Walt will probably put some stuff on the grill Saturday, so stop by if you can.”
“Yeah, yeah, I might stop by, but only to see the kids and Walt. But you…you with your big jinxing mouth? No way.”
Jenny really cracked up then. “See you Saturday, girlfriend.”
She winked and left Samantha to her contemplation.
Joel sat parked outside of the office building for Hightower Security. He had been driving past on his way home from the computer store and stopped. It was a Saturday afternoon so no one was there, but he had been inside enough times to know that the plush, modern-style offices were a far cry from the firehouse.
The firehouse had pretty much been a second home. It bustled with energy and excitement. It bristled with friendship and camaraderie. Even though Hightower Security was a family-owned business, he couldn’t imagine the office building housing the same kind of vibe and pulse as the firehouse.
When he fought fires, he felt alive and worthwhile, like he was doing something important, helping people. He felt like a strong man, and even though he realized on certain levels that his masculinity wasn’t wrapped up in his uniform, he still had a hard time thinking about one without the other. Where else would he be able to get that kind of feeling?
He glanced at the tall, glossy, mirrored-window building. He didn’t know if he would be able to find what he needed in there.
He thought about his discussion with his brothers a few days ago and realized it was time for him to start thinking about things he had been putting off—like what was he going to do if he could not fight fires any longer.
The probability he was done on the fire department was more than high, but he hadn’t really given up hope. He held on to the belief something miraculous would happen and he would be the man he was before the accident.
It was getting harder and harder to hold on to that belief, but he couldn’t let go. He didn’t want to face his bleak reality. Saying he would take a position at Hightower Security felt too much like giving up. The mere thought of it caused his gut to roll and his skin to run cold.
Depression started to set in as he let out a breath and started up his vehicle. He didn’t know if he would be able to survive without the thrill.
Instead of going to his parents’ home and sharing a meal with them, he decided to stop by the grocery store in Elmwood Park, since it was so close to the Hightower office building in Fairlawn. They also had a wider variety of food and fresher products, and truth be told, since it was in the suburbs it was cleaner and kept up a little bit better. Plus, it wasn’t too far from his town house. A bunch of TV dinners would insure he wouldn’t have to be around people again until he was in a better mood.
When he got to the frozen-food aisle, he saw a sight that suddenly took all the self-pity and sad thoughts away. Instead, they were replaced with pure lust.
He saw the phenomenal backside of Samantha “Little Miss Spitfire” Dash in a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt tied at the side. Taking in her glossy, black, twisted hair and her luscious behind, he’d know her anywhere, from any angle.
She was struggling with about three bags of ice, and he rushed over to help her with them as he thought of all the amazing things he could do to her with the right amount of time and just a fraction of that ice.
He smiled as he crept up on her and relieved her of two
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