Pin-Up Fireman

“Please don’t tell me that pink and green bag is from Westside Bakery and has snicker doodles in it.” He entwined his fingers with hers and drew her to the bed next to his chest and she sat.

Quietly.

“Well?” His other hand swept her long hair before he cupped the back of her head and brought her face close to his. Their breaths mingled. Her lips were an inch away from his, and temptation’s fingers were pushing her closer.

“You asked me not to tell you.” She offered him a sly smile.

“Woman, you could drive a man mad.” He reached for the bag and shoved his hand in. His wide smile was a three-pointer from downtown. And she did love those three-pointers. What melted her heart even more, was he opened the box and offered her one first.

“The other box is for me. Chocolate chip pecan as well as coconut macaroons. The box you’re holding is all yours.”

He bite into one of his cookies and moaned.

She pulled her box out of the bag and opened it. “How’s Matt?”

“A nurse was kind enough to wheel me down to see him. He’s doing better. Poor kid got all upset when he saw my face. I told him a bedtime story. He’ll be here until his pneumonia clears up.”

“What did he say about your boo-boos?”

The corners of his lips lifted as did one dark eyebrow. “Boo-boos? Please tell me you’ve got experience at kissing boo-boos.”

She bit into a macaroon and chewed. Hmm, the coconut was very moist, just the way she liked it. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. Even black eyes.”