to think what would have happened if you hadn’t found her.”
He knew what would have happened and that was why 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 nightmare. Not finding someone,” he admitted, raking his fingers through his matted hair. “The kind of stuff that messes with your head.”
Maybe he should have gone home, showered, then come back. He supposed that would have been better than passing out in a private waiting area. Yet he’d not been able to leave. Not until he’d known Keeley was okay.
Sarah’s plump lower lip disappeared between her teeth for a brief second, and then she asked, “Does it mess with your head, Jude?”
Her saying his name for the first time messed with his head.
Big time.
Which made no sense.
As hadn’t the fact he found her lips kissable.
She wasn’t the type of woman he messed around with. He preferred women who knew the score and were okay with that. Dr. Sarah Grayson didn’t seem the one-night-stand kind.
Yet he’d be lying if he didn’t admit there was something about her that appealed to him in a major way.
Must be the day he’d had and that despite the fact he’d chugged a couple of sports drinks, he still felt dry to the bone.
“Some days more than others,” he answered.
Today, for instance, everything was getting to him. The woman sitting across from him had intrigued him that morning.
She intrigued him now.
The in between had been a living hell and maybe she was an angel sent to redeem him.
Lord knew, he needed redeeming.
“Like today?” She read his mind.
He shrugged. “You trying to map out my psyche on the DSM-V, Doc?”
At his question, her brow arched. Then she offered up a small smile and it was as if the sun had come out on a cloudy day.
“I’m not that type of specialist,” she pointed out, the light shining in her eyes saying he wasn’t going to get a further answer to his question. “Do you want to see Keeley?”
“Can I?” He hadn’t expected to get to see the child. Not tonight when she was still so critical. He’d stayed to find out how she was and had then dozed off in exhaustion.
Odd, at the moment he felt oddly refreshed. Which was absolutely crazy because he was starved, dehydrated, and grimy as hell. He probably smelled like he’d been there, too.
Most of the women he knew would have been pinching their noses and ordering him to shower. Then again, most of the women he knew liked the wealthy Davenport side of him more than the real him firefighter side.
His neighbor didn’t currently look bothered by his physical state one way or the other. But that morning, when she’d raked those sea-green eyes over him, she’d been bothered. He’d seen it in the way she’d swallowed hard, in the way her pulse had throbbed at her throat just above her loose scarf, in the way she’d nervously wet her lips.
Sweet heavens, she’d just gulped and licked her lips again.
Which meant what exactly? He wasn’t sure. That she found him physically distracting even when he was a mess?
Why did that possibility make him feel all he-man?
“Isn’t seeing Keeley what you’ve waited for?” She answered his question with one of her own.
“Either that or I just needed a quick nap to regain my strength.”
“Busy night ahead?” Her sarcasm couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d taken out a billboard.
“Aren’t they all?” he answered, gauging her response. That he’d confused her was apparent on her lovely face.
She watched him from narrowed eyes. “If I didn’t already know the answer, I’d ask if you ever take anything seriously. Thanks to this evening, I know you do.”
“I should set the record straight, then. I only joined the fire department to get women.”
Her cheeks turned a bright pink, then she gave him a disgusted, I knew it look. “I figured as much.”
Jude stifled a chuckle at her defensive arm-crossing and chin-lifting. “Are you saying you think I’m shallow, Sarah?”
Cheeks still glowing, she rolled her eyes. “You like to tease, don’t you?”
Not since Nina.
The thought blindsided him and he almost grimaced, but kept from doing so at the last second. No way was he letting thoughts of Nina into his head again today. Not now. Not at the hospital.
Not when his doctor cousin, Charles, could be around.
So, instead of letting his mind go to the past, he focused on the woman sitting across from him, grateful for the fire in her eyes.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to liking how you respond.” He did like her intelligence, her quick wit, that spark in her eyes. He was used to being physically attracted to women. Women were beautiful creatures. But with Sarah the attraction was something more than her gorgeous eyes and amazing cheekbones. The flash in those eyes was what drew him in, made him want to know more about the woman beneath the deceptive outer layer.
A want he hadn’t felt since...nope, he wasn’t going to think of her.
“Why?” Sarah asked, studying him as if he were some gross bug under a magnifying glass.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not one of your women.”
He wouldn’t pretend he didn’t know what she meant. Hadn’t he just been thinking the same thing a few moments before?
His women lived in the moment, were experienced in the ways of the world, and were no more interested in anything beyond immediate pleasure than he was.
Unlike the scowling woman sitting across from him.
The scowling woman whose smile had lit up dark corners of his very being, an addictive feeling he’d like to sample again.
Although some dark corners might be best left in the shadows.
Unable to resist teasing her further, he waggled his brows. “Would you like to be?”
Her jaw dropped. “No!”
He gave a low laugh at her outrage. “That was quick. I think I’m offended. Is it my cologne?”
“Right.” She glared. “Because you’re so
