A relationship, of any kind, was no longer a priority for her. She’d had that. Her brief marriage had been both sad and disappointing. Now she was no longer married, all she wanted to do was focus on getting into medical school. It had been her dream before she’d married, and it was still her dream. At this point in her life a relationship would just be a distraction, even if she wanted one. She was done making concessions for a man. Going after what she wanted was what mattered.
The ambulance reversed with a beep, beep, beep. It alerted her to the fact that they had arrived at the firehouse. When they stopped, she hopped out onto the spotless floor.
She loved the look of the fire station. It was a modern version of the old traditional fire halls with its redbrick exterior and high arched glass doors. A ceramic dalmatian dog even sat next to the main entrance. The firefighters worked on one side of the building and the emergency crew on the other. They shared a kitchen, workout room and TV room on the firefighter side. They were a station family.
James had backed into the bay closest to the medical side of the building. The other two bays were for the engine, quint truck and rescue truck. They hadn’t returned yet. The company would still be at the warehouse fire mopping up. When they did return, they would also pull in backward, ready for the next run.
Before she could even think about cleaning up and heading home, she would have to restock the ambulance and write a report. The ambulance must always be ready to roll out. More than once in the last year she’d returned from a call only to turn around and make another one.
“Hey, Sweet Pea.”
She groaned and turned to see Kody loping toward her. “I told you not to call me that,” she whispered. “Especially not here.”
He gave her a contrite look. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“What’re you doing here anyway?”
“I left something in my locker and had to stop by and get it. My shift isn’t until tomorrow.”
Sally smiled. She couldn’t help but be glad to see her older brother. Even if it was for a few minutes. He was a good one and she had no doubt he loved her. Sometimes too much. He tended toward being overprotective. But when she’d needed to reinvent her life, Kody had been there to help. She would always be grateful.
“I heard that Ross was the hero of the day this morning.” He sounded excited.
“Yeah, you could say that.” He’d scared the fool out of her.
“You don’t think so?”
Sally started toward the supply room. “He could have been killed.”
Kody’s voice softened. “He knows what he’s doing. I don’t know of a better firefighter.”
“He ran into a fully enveloped burning warehouse!” Sally was surprised how her voice rose and held so much emotion.
“I’m sure you’ve seen worse. Why’re you so upset?”
“I’m not upset. It just seemed overly dangerous to me. Instead of one person being hurt there, for a moment I thought it was going to be two. He has a bad case of smoke inhalation as it is.” She pulled a couple of oxygen masks off a shelf.
“How’s he doing?” Kody had real concern in his voice.
She looked for another piece of plastic line. “He’s at the hospital but he should be released soon. They were running a few more tests when I left.”
“He’s bucking for a promotion, so I guess this’ll look good on his résumé. See you later.”
“Bye.” She headed back to the ambulance with her arms full. She had no interest in Ross’s ambitions and yet, for some reason, his heroics had been particularly difficult for her to watch.
* * *
Ross returned to the station a week after the warehouse fire. He had missed two shifts. The doctor had insisted, despite his arguments. He liked having time to work on his ranch but the interviews for one of the eight Battalion Chief positions were coming up soon and he should be at the station in case there were important visitors. Now that he was back, he needed to concentrate on what was ahead, what he’d planned to do since he was a boy.
Thankfully the man he’d gone in after was doing okay. He would have a stay in the burn unit but would recover. Just as Ross and his grandfather had. Ross rolled his shoulder, remembering the years’ old pain.
He’d hated to miss all that time at the station, but it had taken more time to clear his lungs than he had expected. Still, he had saved that man’s life. He didn’t advocate running into fully engulfed houses, but memories of that horrible night when he was young had compelled him into action before he’d known what he was doing.
Memories of that night washed over him. He’d been visiting his grandpa, who’d lived in a small clapboard house outside of town. He’d adored the old man, thought he could do no wrong. His grandfather had taught Ross how to work with his hands. Shown him how to mend a fence, handle a horse. Most of what he knew he’d learned at his grandfather’s side. His parents had been too busy with their lives to care. So most weekends and holidays between the ages of ten and fourteen Ross could be found at his grandfather’s small ranch.
The night of the fire, Ross had been shaken awake by his grandpa. Ross could still hear his gruff smoke-filled voice. “Boy, the place is on fire. Get down and crawl to the front door. I’ll be behind you.”
The smoke had burned Ross’s throat and eyes, but he’d done as he was told. He’d remembered what the firefighter who had come to his school had said: “Stop, drop and roll.” Ross had scrambled to the door but not before a piece of burning wood had fallen on his shoulder. But the pain hadn’t overridden his horror. He’d wanted out of the house. Had been glad for the fresh air. He’d run across the lawn. It had been too hot close to the house. Ross had coughed and coughed, just as he had the other morning, seeming never to draw in a full deep breath. He’d looked back for his grandpa but hadn’t seen him. The fear had threatened to swallow him. His eyes had watered more from tears than smoke.
Someone must’ve seen the flames because the volunteer fire department had been coming up the long drive. Ross had managed between coughs and gasps of air to point and say, “My grandpa’s in there.”
The man hadn’t hesitated before he’d run toward the house. Ross had watched in shock as he’d entered the front door. Moments later he’d come out, pulling his grandpa onto the porch and down the steps and straight toward the waiting medics. It wasn’t until then that Ross had noticed the full agony of his back.
Both he and his grandpa had spent some time in the hospital. They’d had burns and lung issues. His grandfather had been told by the arson investigator that he believed the fire had started from a spark from the woodstove. Ross only knew for sure he was glad his grandpa and he had survived. Regardless of what had started the fire, Ross still carried large puckered scars on his back and shoulder as a reminder of that fateful night.
Last week, the moment he’d learned there was someone in the house he’d reacted before thinking. His Battalion Chief hadn’t been pleased. Only because the outcome had been positive had Ross managed to come out without it damaging his career. He had been told in no uncertain terms that it wasn’t to happen again. The message had been loud and clear: don’t have any marks against you or you won’t make Battalion Chief.
It was midafternoon when he was out with the rest of the company doing their daily checkup and review of the equipment that he saw Sal walking to the ambulance. Her black hair was pulled up away from her face and she wore her usual jumpsuit. She glanced at him and nodded. Memories of the look of concern in her eyes and a flicker of something else, like maybe interest, as she’d watched him in the hospital drifted through his mind.
Ross had known she was Kody’s sister before she’d joined the house. Over the past year they had shared shifts a few times. With him working twenty-four hours on and forty-eight off and her not being able to work the same days as her brother, they hadn’t often been on the same schedule. Still, he’
d heard talk. More than one firefighter had sung her praises. A few had even expressed interest in her. They had all reported back that they had been shot down. She wasn’t interested. There was some speculation as to why, but Ross knew, through Kody, that she was a divorcée. Maybe she was still getting over her broken marriage.
Swinging up on the truck, Ross winced. He had hit something, a door facing or a piece of furniture, on his way out of the burning house. At the hospital they had been concerned with the smoke inhalation and he’d not said anything about his ribs hurting because he hadn’t wanted to be admitted. The pain was better than it had been.
He checked a few gauges and climbed out again. This time he tried not to flinch.
Sal came up beside him and said in a low voice, “I saw your face a minute ago. Are you all right? Are you still having trouble breathing?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m good.”
She gave him a skeptical look as her eyebrows drew together. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” If he wasn’t careful, she’d make him see a doctor. Did she have that God complex firefighters joked about? The one that went: What’s the difference between a paramedic and God? God doesn’t think he’s a paramedic.
She scrutinized him for a moment. It reminded him of when his mother gave him that look when she knew he wasn’t being truthful. “You were in pain a second ago.”
He’d been caught. She wasn’t going to let it go. Had she been watching him that closely? He’d have to give that more thought later. “I have a couple of ribs that were bruised when I came out of the house.”
“Did you tell them at the hospital?”
Now he felt like he had when his mother had caught him. Ross gave her a sheepish look. “No.”
“That figures.” She shook her head. “You firefighters. All of you think you’re superheroes.”
He grinned. “Who dares to say we’re not?”
She just glared at him. “Feeling like one of those a minute ago?”
He relaxed his shoulders. “I’ve been wrapping it. I just have trouble getting it tight enough without help.”
“You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop that and just take it easy. Ribs take a while to heal.”
“It’s hard to do that when you have chores to do at home.”
“Don’t you have a wife or girlfriend who could help with those?”
“I don’t have either.” He’d never had a wife. Had come close once but it hadn’t worked out.
“Come in here—” Sal indicated the medical area “—and let me have a look. Get rid of that bandage.” She didn’t wait for him, instead she walked toward the door as if she fully expected him to follow her orders.
Ross hesitated a moment, then trailed after her. He looked back over his shoulder. He didn’t need any surprise visits from the bosses just when he was being looked over for more injuries. He hated showing any signs of weakness.
He rarely came to this side of the building. Sal was in the spacious room with a couple of tables and chairs, and a wall of supply cabinets.
She pushed a stool on wheels toward him. “Take your shirt off, then have a seat.”
He couldn’t do that! She would see his scars. He didn’t completely take his shirt off around people for any reason. How to get around doing so had become a perfected art for him. The other morning at the hospital it had been a fight, but he’d convinced first the EMT and then the hospital staff it wasn’t necessary to take his shirt off.
She left him to go to a cabinet across the room. Ross took a moment to appreciate the swing of her hips before he pushed his T-shirt up under his arms.
When she returned, she had a pair of scissors in her hand.
“Hey, I don’t think you’ll need those.”
She smirked. “They’re to cut the bandage if I need to.” She then gave him an odd look but said nothing about his shirt still being on.
He explained, “It hurts too much to lift my arms.”
She nodded, seeming to accept his explanation. “Your bandage is around your waist, not your ribs. It wasn’t doing you any good anyway.”
He gave her a contrite look. “I told you I’d done a poor job of it.”
“You’re right about that. It doesn’t matter. I’m taking it off. And you’re leaving it off.”
“Is that an example of the tender care I’ve heard so much about?” Ross watched her closely.
Her gaze met his. “I save that for people who shouldn’t know better.”
One of his palms went to the center of his chest. “That was a shot to my ego.”
She huffed. “That might be so but I’m stating truth. Can you raise your arms out to your sides?”
He winced but he managed to do as she requested. Sal stepped closer. She smelled of something floral. Was it her shampoo or lotion? Whatever it was, he wanted to lean in and take a deeper breath. Her hands worked on the bandage, removing it; her fingers journeyed across his oversensitive stomach. He looked down. Her dark hair veiled her face. It looked so silky. Would it feel that way if he touched it?
No! What was going on? He’d never acted this way around any of the other women he worked with. He hardly knew Sal. She was the sister of one of his best friends. Was he overreacting because he’d not had a date in so long? Whatever it was, it had to stop. His sister wanted to set him up on a blind date. Maybe he should agree.
Sal gathered the bandage in her hand, stepped away from him and dropped the wad into a garbage can.
Ross couldn’t help but be relieved, but he was disappointed at the same time. He lowered his arms.
“Okay, arms up again. Show me where you hurt.”
With his index finger, he pointed to the middle of his left side. Sal bent closer. Seconds later, her fingers ran over his skin. “Does it hurt here?”
“Yeah.”
“I can see some yellowing of the skin. You should’ve said something at the hospital.” She straightened.
Why did she sound so put out? “You’ve already said that. Besides, the chest X-ray was clear.”
She stepped closer. “I’m going to check you out all the way around.”
In another place and time, that would have sounded suggestive. And from another person. He and Sal had never had that kind of interaction.
She ducked under his arm and stepped around to his back and then returned to his front before moving away.
Ross missed her heat immediately. He didn’t even know her, and he was having this reaction. Why her? Why now?
“If that isn’t better in a few days, you need to have another X-ray. You also need to take some over-the-counter pain reliever for the next few days.”
Even in a jumpsuit more suited for a male, Sal looked all female. He must have messed up his mind as well as his side in that fire. These thoughts had to stop here.
Her quipping “You can pull your shirt down now” brought him back to reality.
Ross walked toward the door, tucking his shirt in as he went. “Thanks, Sal.”
“By the way, I think what you did at that house was both brave and stupid.”
Copyright © 2019 by Susan Carlisle
ISBN-13: 9781488066146
The Midwife’s Secret Child
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