It tookthree days before she bumped into Crois St. Cyr again.
Part of her said it hadn’t been long enough of a break.
The other part of her?
Well, she was blushing when Crois walked up to her and smiled.
“Hello, Harmony.”
“Hello… Crois.”
“That’s my girl.”
Harmony looked around the apparatus floor and found that she was blissfully alone.
She ignored his last words and tried to be as calm and ‘normal’ as possible. “Where’s Pilar?”
He shrugged. “We’re not on shift yet. I just stopped in on the way to see if you were at the fire house.”
She turned around and lifted her chin to look at him. “Caught me.”
The instant the words came out of her mouth, she saw Crois smile.
“Maybe,” she bit into her bottom lip for a moment, “I should have used different words.”
“Oh no, I like your words.” he leaned in, bracing his hand on the back of the ambulance. “I like your smile even more.”
She lifted her hand to her face, lightly touching her palm to her cheek.
“You’re a little red, yes.”
She heard his words, but she was also very aware of the look in his eyes.
He was enjoying this.
Her discomfort.
And… she wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was enjoying this a little, too.
Her life in Center City was a predictable one.
Normally, that was good.
It was great, usually.
But ever since she’d seen Crois with that little baby, holding the child with an ease she rarely saw, she’d been thinking that a little excitement, a little unpredictability in her life, might just be a good thing.
“Look, I’m not trying to embarrass you, Harmony. Even if it does make your cheeks a little rosey red. I just wanted to come by and see if you’d changed your mind about dinner?”
“Dinner…”
She was trying to get her brain to kick in and find an answer what would get him to leave.
Sure, she liked the excitement of interacting with him, she just needed a little time to get used to the idea. She wanted to be able to talk to him without feeling like her face might catch on fire.
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, Crois!”
