She continued to look away as she pulled on her coat and gathered her purse. “He’s kind and compassionate. He takes action when needed but he can take direction too, you know, from the sheriff or the fire captain, which means he’s willing to work with others. He’s humble, well, most of the time. Lately…” She frowned and shook her head.
What? What? “Lately…” he repeated.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like lately he’s been a bit showy.”
Alarm straightened his spine. “Showy? I do not know this word.”
“Like showboating. Showing off his talents for attention. He used to appear on the scene, do his thing and then leave with a little wave once the day was saved. But recently I’ve noticed he amps up the applause, egging on the crowd. Kind of like he’s getting off on the attention.”
“Is that wrong? Maybe he thinks the people want more of him.”
“What more could they want? He risks his life for them all the time. I like him when he’s humble. Like today.”
Mental note—don’t sign autographs. “If you are interested in him, why don’t you let him know?”
She burst out laughing as she opened the back door and waited for him to exit before locking it shut. “Yeah, like I know where he lives or hangs out. And as you’ve said, he has a lot of admirers. Trust me, the interest will only be one-sided.”
“You don’t know that. I’m interested in you. Please go out with me this weekend?”
Over their heads a streetlamp flickered, casting half her face in shadow. She took a deep breath and let it out in a slow, billowy cloud. “I can’t. Look, thank you for asking, but I’m very aware of who I am. I’m the stay-at-home-with-a-good-book kind of girl and you’re adrenaline and adventure. I’d bore you to tears. Guys like you don’t have happily-ever-afters with girls like me.” Her voice cracked and she looked away as a shimmer glistened in her eyes. “Thank you for walking me to my car. Have a good night, Office Kilsgaard.”
As she raced the few steps to her vehicle, a sharp ache filled the spot in his chest between his two hearts. Now he understood. She didn’t think she was worthy. The fear she harbored of being hurt reached out like a mystical hand to tighten around his throat. With his powers he picked up the incessant warning for her to hold her desires in check. If she didn’t go after what she wanted, she wouldn’t get hurt.
What had happened in her past to give her such a low opinion of herself? Nothing in his conversations with her aunt indicated a great heartache in Fiona’s life, but something had made an impression.
After a quick glance around to ensure he was alone, he shimmied up the lamppost and adjusted the flickering light to constantly illuminate the parking area, then jumped down with thoughts of Fiona racing through his mind.
He needed a new approach to get her to take a chance on them. Words were only words, but actions spoke volumes.
A smile stretched his lips as a plan took shape. She may not listen to him, but there was one person she would most definitely believe.
Chapter Three
“Earth to Fiona.” Mags clapped her hands in front of Fiona’s nose. “You’ve washed that rack of dishes three times now.”
“Oh geez.” Fiona pulled on the arm of the industrial dishwasher and slid out the steaming tray full of mixing bowls and spatulas. The hot metal scorched her fingertips as she put them away.
“You’ve been spacey all day. Are you all right?”
“Yeah, just been thinking.”
Contemplating was more like it. The previous night’s conversation with Officer Kilsgaard wouldn’t let her rest. Instead of a peaceful night’s sleep, her imagination kept her awake with thoughts of painting his chest in caramel and licking him clean.
It had been easier to not think of him in a sexual way when she knew she had no chance of gaining his interest. But now, oh now, there was the possibility and never was there a more