As if she could light up the world.

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So they sat in their robes, and ate excellent lasagna, followed by some pretty good, but not as good, apple pie.

But something was bothering Heidi.

She knew he was a fire-fighter.

That, by definition, did mean that he fought fires.

That had never figured into her thought process in any way. He had helped her out in a very sticky situation, she had bought him a drink, and it had just gone from there.

There had been something between them, and they had acted on it.

She knew that there were girls who were turned on by the fire-fighting thing. It was dangerous, and it showed that he was a hero.

She knew he probably was.

But she had seen the scars.

When they’d made love, she had felt them, but she had been in too much of a rush to have him to think about it.

Later…

Well, she had still needed him.

Now that the intensity of that need was simmering, she could look at him and see those scars.

It brought home the fact that he risked himself at his job.

It didn’t turn her on. It made her fill with concern for him.

And, unexpectedly, pride.

“You have scars,” said Heidi, as they slowed down on the pie.

He shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

It probably wasn’t, to him.

“Happens. You know, fires.”

She smiled. He was so casual about.

“I guess your job is dangerous.”

He gave her a cocky look that made her want to ruffle his hair.

“Does that turn you on?”

Heidi laughed, long and loud.

“No, I’m afraid not. But it doesn’t turn me off, either. You guys have all kinds of safety protocol, right? Your odds of getting really hurt are very low?”

Christian shrugged again.