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CHAPTER THREE

“KEELEY,” JUDE SAID, fighting a yawn as he sat up in the waiting-room chair

Even as hyped up as he’d been from the fire search and rescue, he couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep Then again, searching a burning building drained a man from the anxiety, the adrenaline, the extreme heat, the sweat Soht sleep a week

“Is she still alive?” He prayed so He’d gotten to her as quickly as he could He knew that But soh

“Yes, she’s stable,” his neighbor told hio for a short bit due to her pulmonary ede her own”

He let out a sigh of relief “Thank you”

Looking more than a little tired herself, Sarah sank into the chair opposite hi them

Which gave him the opportunity to study her face full on

She really did have areat cheekbones

Her lips were full and perfectly bowed Kissable

Where had that thought come from?

“Actually, all the thanks go to you I shudder to think ould have happened if you hadn’t found her”

He kneould have happened and that hy he did his job He loved being a firefighter Not that he could save every person, but he gave it his best Always

“Every firefighter’s nighters through his matted hair “The kind of stuff that messes with your head”

Maybe he should have gone home, showered, then co out in a private waiting area Yet he’d not been able to leave Not until he’d known Keeley was okay