Smitten (26 page)

“I’m sore, but as far as I can tell
, nothing appears to be broken.”

He
peered farther into the vehicle and began relaying Roberta’s condition to the dispatcher. My head was spinning and I closed my eyes, waiting.

“
Ma’am? They want me to hold the phone to your ear. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I replied feeling dizzy. I leaned back against the seat. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Wilcock, this is dispatch. I’m relaying a message to you from Officer Wilcock. He’s en-route to your location.

“Cami! Cami!” Dylan’s frantic voice suddenly piped through the phone. “Can you hear me?”

“I’m okay, Dylan. I promise. Roberta’s not doing too well, though, from the looks of things. We need help.”

“Hang on. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

“I’ve dispatched two ambulances to your location since this is a multi-vehicle accident,” the woman’s voice came again over the radio. “The fire department is on the way also.”

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt anyone else. She had a gun on me, and I didn’t know how else to stop her.” I started to cry.

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Wilcock. We’ll take care of everything. Just relax as best you can.”

The sound of multiple sirens filled the air, and I sighed in relief, knowing what it meant. Help was coming, and Dylan was on the way.

Finally
 . . . it was truly over.

Epilogue

Cami-

Two Years Later

“Russ, can you help me with these boxes?” I called, and he appeared in the doorway.

“Sure. Where do you want them?” he asked, coming
to my side.

“These are all my glass dishes, so in the kitchen please.”

“Will do—if I can find my way to the kitchen in this new castle of yours. This place is huge! And have you seen the pool? I can tell where I’m going to spend my summer’s from now on.” He grinned.

“I’d hardly call it a castle—it’s only five thousand square feet
—but it is lovely, isn’t it?”

“Five thousand square feet,” he grumbled as he bent to pick up a box. “You could fit two of my parent’s houses in this place.”

I laughed as he disappeared from sight. I heard the front door in the foyer open and close. “Dylan? Is that you?” I called out.

“Yeah, it’s me, Goody. Where are you?”

“In the living room.”

He came around the corner
—white smile shining in his dirty black face. Shrugging out of his turnout coat, he flung it over his shoulder, revealing his sweaty dark-blue department t-shirt and red suspenders on his turnout pants.

“Did you get the fire put out?”

“We did!” He grinned and quickly grabbed me to him. He kissed me hard, and the acrid scent of smoke and sweat assailed my nose.

I laughed and shoved him away. “Ugh! You reek! Go take a shower!”

“You’re supposed to hail the conquering hero,” he teasing, pulling me back against him and shimmying up and down against my body.

“What are you doing?” I cried as I tried to shove him away again, but he held onto me tightly.

“Now you’re filthy too! Shall we take a shower together?” He grinned widely. “You’ve got to have a fireman fantasy somewhere in that pretty head of yours.”

“You’re terrible!”

“I am, but you love me anyway.”

“I do,” I replied, giving in and letting him kiss me in earnest.

A groan from the doorway caused us both to glance at Russ standing there with a disgusted look on his face. “Get a room,” he griped.

“We did,” Dylan replied, sweeping his arm in arc as he gestured toward the house. “Several, in fact.”

I couldn’t help giggling as he leaned over and rubbed his dirty black nose against mine before he kissed me again.

Russ crossed the room behind us, grunting as he picked up another box. “I’m surprised the two of you don’t have a dozen kids running around already the way you’re constantly going at it.”

“A dozen?” I laughed. “Isn’t that a little extreme? We haven’t had enough time to have that many kids.”

“Besides, Cami has to finish school, and
of course there’s her brilliant theater career to consider too,” Dylan smiled and lightly kissed my lips again.

“You just want to keep me to yourself a while longer
, and you know it.”

“You’re right. That’s exactly what I want.” He grinned and swept me off my feet. “See ya later, Russ,” he called out as he carried me off toward the bedroom.

Russ appeared around the corner and waved as I stared over Dylan’s shoulder. “Have fun!” he said. “I’m off to find new friends—preferably single ones.”

Dylan and I laughed again. “Good luck,” he
replied loudly to Russ. “Come back when you’re married!”

“Jerk!” Russ hollered back as we disappeared around the corner.

“We love you, Russ!” I shouted.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Dylan and I smiled at each other again, and he kicked the bedroom door closed behind us.

I sighed as he kissed me. Life was good.

The End

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