| Feels Like Coming Home By Pavlov’s bell |
| Chapter 1 It had been three days since that chance meeting on a fateful night. Those events played heavily on Kerry’s mind as she sits by the phone trying to gather the courage to call that gorgeous Latino fire fighter who gave her her number. (Flashback to the stormy night when they first met) Kerry had been called out to the scene of a major accident involving a paramedic rig. It was a mess, the rain pelting down in droplets that seemed to be a big as a fist. The road was covered with shards of broken glass. To make matters worst, the rig had severed power lines making it a death trap. The fire fighters were all ready on the scene, trying to get the power turned off. A loud guttural scream ripped from the rig. Kerry flinched at this, and started to yell at somebody to tell at her what was happening. That was when a beautiful Latino fire fighter stepped away from the stricken rig. “There’s a woman in labour trapped in the rig. We can’t get her out because the power is still on” “I have to get in there” “Are you crazy? You could be killed” shouted the fire fighter “Help me or don’t! I’m going in” Kerry started towards the rig. As she stepped closer a power cable jerked and swung down heading straight for Kerry. Kerry turned in time to see certain death rush towards her. She closed her eyes and held her breath. Just as she thought that her life was over, firm arm encircled her waist and pulled her down, down to the pavement. Down Away from danger. “Crazy much?” the fire fighter asked. Kerry turned her head and looked into dark eyes. Was this love at first sight? Kerry Weaver didn’t believe in love at first sight. The rest of the night went well all things considered, she had saved the mother and the baby. If Kerry didn’t believe in love at first sight why couldn’t get the thought of that fire fighter out of her mind and why the hell was she scared to call her. |