Read And Then He Kissed Me Online
Authors: Kim Amos
From the kitchen of Audrey Tanner
Ingredients
Directions
Eternal good girl Casey Tanner moved to White Pine for a fresh start. Her mission: to
finally
have fun with a bad boy. And after one long, lingering look at sexy firefighter Abe Cameron, Casey has found her man . . .
A preview of
Every Little Kiss
follows.
C
HAPTER
ONE
C
asey Tanner had never before had colleagues who played practical jokes. She was used to a silent corporate water cooler over which smiles were rarely traded. She was once so startled when a receptionist cackled loudly while watching an online video about grandmas smoking pot that she’d spilled a nonfat latte across her keyboard.
So it was only slowly, over many long, uncomfortable moments that Casey wondered if she’d been had. If she’d been punk’d, for lack of a better word.
Because surely the intern with the wide eyes and trembling chin was joking about having just called 9-1-1.
“Tell me once more why you thought this was necessary?” Casey asked the young girl—Ellie, if she was remembering the name correctly—whose cropped ginger hair was in disarray around her head. The poor thing could be barely more than a first-year in college.
“The CO
2
detector in the basement was
screaming.
We should open windows or get everyone out of here
right now
.”
The girl’s words might be dramatic, but her face was serious. If Casey had wanted this to be a hilarious prank, it sure wasn’t turning out that way. Cold fear crawled along her spine, but she focused on Ellie and worked to stay calm. Ellie already looked like she might pass out.
“All right,” Casey said, “easy does it. I want you to take a deep breath and—”
“I don’t want to breathe deeply if the air is poisoned!”
Casey pressed her lips together. She had only just started at Robot Lit, a youth literacy nonprofit, two weeks before. She was still trying to figure out where the extra copier paper was stored, never mind what do to in a CO
2
emergency. Ingrid, their director, was out taking her ten-year-old daughter to the doctor, which meant Casey was probably the most senior person in charge. Never mind that she was the newest.
At that moment, though, none of it mattered. If the building was filling with C0
2
, she had to get her colleagues out safely. Without causing a panic. Her mind raced.
“Okay, Ellie,” she said after a moment. “Most everyone should be on the third floor here. So I want you to calmly—very calmly—let people know that we are being extra careful about our CO
2
levels, and folks should stand outside for a bit while the fire department gets here. While you’re doing that, I’m going to make absolutely sure the rest of the building is clear. Does that make sense?”
Ellie nodded, her eyes enormous in her small face.
“Don’t forget to check the restrooms, okay?”
“Yes.”
“And no freaking out, right?”
“Right.”
“Say it with me,” Casey said, grabbing the young girl’s hand. “We’re being what?”
“Extra careful.”
“And what should folks do?”
“Stand outside.”
“Should they panic?”
“No.”
“Good. Go tell them.”
Casey breathed a small sigh as Ellie walked away, grateful that Robot Lit only had six employees. And there weren’t any kids there at the moment. For once, their small staff would be an asset.
Casey grabbed her coat, her eye catching the white of a snow-covered day outside her window. At least if she had to spend time in the cold, she’d get to look down Main Street and see all the holiday lights twinkling.
She heard sirens in the distance as she wound her way down to the conference rooms and kitchen on the second floor, looking for anyone as she went. The rooms were empty, so she headed into the lobby on the first floor. All clear. Through the door’s wavy glass, she spotted Ellie along with the other Robot Lit employees outside, clustered in a small circle. She knew she should join them. Instead, pushing aside a prickle of unease, she descended into the belly of the old warehouse on Main Street, all the way to the basement.
She wasn’t going to just let a fireman rumble into Robot Lit without knowing what was the matter. It was her job, after all, if Ingrid wasn’t there. She would simply find out if the CO
2
detector was really going off, or if it was something else entirely.
Careful,
a small inner voice cautioned. It was this need to know everything—and, okay, maybe control everything—that had come close to unraveling her life a few short months ago. Casey had screwed up so badly that she’d left a good paying job in a Minneapolis suburb for a chance at a new start in White Pine and to be closer to her sister, Audrey. Now, she was working at Robot Lit for a fraction of her former salary and living in a creaky Cape Cod instead of her sleek city apartment.
It was all worth it, of course. Casey would do just about anything to atone for her past. She grimaced as she remembered how selfishly she’d acted just a few short months ago, nearly ruining Audrey’s chance at true love.
She wasn’t about to make that mistake again. She figured she could, however, spare five minutes to figure out what was happening with the CO
2
detector.
Its shrill beeping pierced her ears as she flipped on a small overhead bulb in the basement. She inhaled the dank air of dim space. C0
2
was odorless—she wouldn’t be able to smell anything—but she took an inventory of her breathing, of her vision, of any pains in her head that could signal toxic levels. At her body’s first sign of symptoms, no matter how tiny, she’d be out of there.
Unless she collapsed in a clueless heap first.
Hoping for the best, she followed the beeping to a small box on the wall. The sirens were louder now. The fire house was just up the street, and the firefighters would be here in no time.
A light was flashing, strobe-bright in the dim space.
Head fine, vision clear,
she thought, accounting for her every breath and movement. Using the flashlight app on her phone, she trained a blaze of light on the panel. There were three lights—green, yellow, and red. But only one of them was flashing.
Yellow.
Service.
The damn thing was low on batteries.
Casey groaned as the thunder of heavy boots came down the stairs. Three firefighters swept into the room, their tanks and gear making them seem like giants. They weren’t wearing their oxygen masks, meaning she could see their faces. Two men and a woman.
“What are you doing down here?” the tallest of the two men asked. His hazel eyes were sharp. The bridge of his nose was slightly crooked, like it had been broken in a fight.
“I just wanted to check and make sure things were all right,” she said. “I was looking—”
“You should be outside with the others. This is a potentially dangerous situation.”
“I know,” Casey said, feeling small and silly, “I was trying—”
The fireman shined his flashlight into her eyes. She blinked. “Do you have a headache? Nausea?”
“No, this is all a misunderstanding. The detector is—”
“Did you make the call?”
Frustration needled her. The man hadn’t let her finish a sentence yet. “
No
, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. An intern called when she thought something was wrong. But the thing is out of batteries. That’s all.”
She stepped aside so the massive firefighter could take a closer look at the white box on the wall. Underneath the smoky, chalky smell of his gear, Casey detected a scent like wood chips and cinnamon.
The other firefighters stayed a few feet behind, sharing a look that signaled to Casey this wasn’t the first time they’d had a false alarm on a CO
2
detector.
“Write it up, Lu?” the woman asked. Her dark eyes were striking in her pale face.
The man’s name was Lou, Casey realized. It seemed an odd name for him—like calling bulldog Fluffy.
“When was the last time this device was calibrated?”
“I’m sorry, I have no idea. Lou. Or is it Louis? Louie?” Casey figured she’d better get on this man’s good side, and fast.
“Lu is short for lieutenant,” he replied, eyes sparking with irritation. Underneath the visor of his helmet, the lines of his face were granite hard.
“Oh.” She could feel her cheeks redden. “I’m sorry. Look, I just started here a couple weeks ago.”
The lieutenant trained his jaw at the ceiling. His flashlight beam slid down an old copper pipe. “You got a sprinkler system installed?” he asked.
Was he not listening to
anything
she said? She was a brand new employee, but he was still grilling her. It may have been her imagination, but Casey could swear the other two firefighters had just groaned quietly.
“I don’t—I couldn’t tell you,” she stumbled. She checked the time on her phone. The employees had been standing outside for a while in the Minnesota cold, and she figured she ought to herd them down the street to the Rolling Pin and buy them all hot chocolate for their trouble.
“Are we settled here? Can I go back upstairs to the others?”
The lieutenant tore his eyes from the copper pipe and looked around the basement—past the boxes of stationery and the old phone books and an oddly placed plastic hula hoop.
“I want to take a closer look at things,” he said. “Quinn and Reese, you two head upstairs, check and see that the smoke detectors all have working batteries and the fire exits aren’t encumbered. I’ll be up in a few.”
Casey watched the female firefighter open her mouth, think better of what she was going to say, and close it. Together, the two firefighters tromped back up the steps in their heavy gear.
“So…can I go?” Casey asked, unsure of what she was supposed to be doing. The lieutenant frowned, a motion that bunched the chiseled lines of his face. He’d be handsome, Audrey thought, if he wasn’t so completely abrupt about everything.
“If you would, I need you to answer a few questions.”
Casey shifted, feeling suddenly like she was under investigation. She quickly texted Raif, their program coordinator.
All clear inside. Take everyone to Rolling Pin. Buy hot choc. I’ll be there in a few.
She hit send as the lieutenant made a low rumbling in his throat. The noise involuntarily sent goose bumps up and down her arms.
“You have a smoke detector down here?” he asked, making his way deeper into the basement. He flipped on buzzing overhead lights as he went.
“I don’t know,” she replied, trailing in his wake.
The lieutenant made the low rumbling in his throat again, and it struck Casey that the sound was of disapproval. Her jaw clenched with irritation. Why were they still down here if this was just a case of low batteries?