go and put on a good show for my class. They just might be the future doctors of Engleton. Back in a tinkle!”
Liesel watched as her friend hastily retreated down the school corridor. If there was one thing she definitely knew about Cassie, she was persistent.
Jack first caught a glimpse of the familiar auburn curls through the gym door. As Liesel virtually hurtled through it, he felt bushwhacked anew by her fresh-faced beauty. Her petite features instantly made him feel like a klutzy brontosaurus who’d been charged with protecting a tiny and exquisitely beautiful tropical bird. His modus operandi at these gigs was usually big and loud, but something about her made him want to ratchet things down a notch.
“Are you the set of helping hands I was promised?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Jack took on board the microscopic flinch as she made eye contact with him. What had provoked that?
“Apologies for the last-minute setup. The CFS are trying to do as much outreach in the local schools as we can and after we met the other day I realized we hadn’t done a demonstration here in ages.” Too obvious?
She squinted up at him, waiting for more information.
“I’m trying to score a few more points locally before I turn in my outreach stats to the big boys in Adelaide.” Too macho. Definitely too macho.
“What exactly are we meant to be doing today? I heard a rumor it was going to be snakes and ladders.” Liesel crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping that demonstrating anything involving body contact was off the agenda. She was beginning to feel a little giddy in Jack’s presence and feeling that way—particularly in front of the student body—was definitely not in the rulebooks.
Jack rose to his full height, arms spreading out in front of him as if preparing to sell his wares to Liesel. “Ahh. Well, HQ decided today was the day all the ladders would be checked out by one of their techs. Safety-first bureaucracy, and all that.” He gave her a knowing look and she couldn’t help but nod along. The world of school nurses was weighed down with thick ledgers of mind-numbing paperwork. It was little wonder his was, too.
“This is what we’re going to do today.” He waved an arm across everything he’d been laying out on the gym floor. “It’s what you find inside a proper first-aid kit—one you’d find at a school, in a restaurant, the science lab. I know these kids are too little to reach one, let alone use it, but we can try and make it fun.” His eyes twinkled down at hers and if she wasn’t mistaken she saw the beginnings of a wink form, reconsider, then withdraw. Shame. Her butterflies were just about ready for another whirl round her tummy.
Liesel knew her eyes were meant to be following Jack’s to take in the array of splints, plasters, bandages, wipes and protective glasses—a deluxe edition of first-aid kits. Instead, they were working their way from one of his long-fingered hands along his golden-haired forearm—she had a weakness for a well-defined forearm. Tanned, well-toned, his definitely measured up. Her eyes slid up and over the biceps filling his short-sleeved CFS T-shirt to a set of awfully broad shoulders—
“Like what you see?”
Heat instantly spread across her cheeks. Obviously. She hadn’t ogled anyone from such close range in years. Three years, to be exact. A twist of guilt knotted up her butterflies and as she looked up at him she realized in an instant he was referring to the contents of the first-aid kit.
Doubly embarrassing.
Even if he hadn’t seen her do an ocular tiptoe up his arms and on to the expanse of his shoulders, he would be sure to spy the flush of embarrassment continuing to heat her cheeks. Say something, you idiot!
“It’s great. You’ve really got the full Monty here.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth. The full Monty! Her brain did a whiz-bang dress and undress of the unsuspecting man in front of her and before she could stop it, Liesel felt herself succumbing to a full-blown case of the nervous giggles.
Jack had no idea what Liesel was finding so funny but was glad to see, whatever it was, that it brought a happy glint to those kitty-cat eyes of hers. He took a swipe at his chin. Maybe he still had some egg yolk on there from this morning’s egg and bacon roll.
“I’m sorry.” Liesel spoke through her fingers, actively trying to stifle her laughter. “I don’t know what’s got into me this morning.” She cleared her throat and gave her feet a little stomp on the gym floor, as if the motion would add some sobriety to the moment. It worked. For a second. As soon as their eyes met again she burst into another peal of laughter that was about as infectious as they came.
Feeling at an utter loss as to what would have caused it, Jack was relieved to see a flow of students start to make their way into the big gymnasium. He bent his head in their direction and stage-whispered, “Quit your laughing, Miss Adler. You’ll take away my tough-guy image.”
Hardly. She didn’t know a single thing about Brigade Captain Jack Keller, but there was little to nothing that would diminish from the all-man mojo he was exuding.
Liesel took herself off to a corner to choke down a few more mortified giggles as the students made their way in. Being a few dozen meters away from him made it easier to spy on him. Well, not spy really … assess. Jack had clearly thought out the presentation more than he’d let on and was soon directing the children according to age toward floor seats or the stands.
He was good with them. A natural. He started off the talk with a few jokes that immediately captivated the children’s attention. Liesel had to admit it, if there was anyone who could get this boisterous group of young kids interested in first-aid training and the CFS cadets, Jack Keller was the man for the job.
“All right, Miss Adler, time for you to come over here and for us to find out just how smart you are!”
Liesel did her best who, me? double take before realizing all eyes in the gym were focused on her and Jack was genuinely waiting for her to join him. The old Liesel would’ve loved being center stage, playing the jester to his brigade captain. The new Liesel? Not so sure about being in the limelight anymore.
Twenty minutes later Liesel realized she shouldn’t have worried a bit. Jack Keller wasn’t out to embarrass her—or anyone, for that matter. He really struck her as one of those genuinely kind guys who just wanted to help.
He had devised a really clever game where he would call out the name of an item in the first-aid kit and then he and the children would count how many seconds it took her to find it. Then, when she had found it, he would equate the time it took her to find it with what would have been happening to the patient while they were waiting. The children loved it and at the same time were learning how important it was to get help quickly in an emergency. They were putty in his hands and Jack seemed to be having just as much fun as the students.
“Right. I think it’s time to pull out the big guns.” Liesel watched as Jack’s head turned a quick right, left and back again. Whatever it was he was looking for clearly wasn’t there. Liesel thought she might be mistaken … but was he looking embarrassed?
“Right. We’ve just come onto the CPR part of our demonstration and it appears my good friend Resusci Annie decided to cop out for this particular trip.” He scanned the room, his eyes coming to rest on Liesel, complete with that cockeyed smile of his. Oh, no. She was in trouble now.
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