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Then he noticed her bloody face. From what he could see, there were deep lacerations on her left cheek, her creamy complexion already showing signs of discoloration.
Pulling out a sterile compress stored in the lining of his hat for this very purpose, he fought a wave of nausea as he ripped open the package. Hell, he’d seen injured people before. Dead people, too. But not Kim—every man’s dream woman.
“Looks like you’re doing a little bleeding. Let me put this compress on your wound and then we’ll see if we can get you out of here.” He placed it on her cheek and she winced but didn’t cry out. Tough. And brave. “Can you hold it in place for me?”
She nodded, watching his every move.
It didn’t take Jay long to determine he’d need help to lift the beam off Kim’s legs. He couldn’t get enough leverage with his ax. Sitting back on his haunches, he keyed the microphone—
And that’s when the second quake struck.
Instantly he grabbed his hat and placed it over Kim’s head to protect her from falling debris. He covered the rest of her slender body with his own to shield her as best he could. She felt fragile and vulnerable as more stucco and plaster rained down and the building shook on its foundation. Wood splintered and metal groaned. Sirens wailed.
Finally the ground stopped shaking. But he didn’t. A good, solid quake could give even a professional a bad case of the jitters.
“You still with me?” he asked, lifting the hat from her face.
“I wouldn’t think of leaving the party early when it’s as exciting as this.” She gave him a tremulous half smile.
He chuckled.
Over his mike, Gables said, “Jay, you okay?”
“We’re both enjoying the ride,” he replied. “But any time you can get us some help, I’m sure the lady would like to dance with somebody else for a while. She’s pinned under a beam. I’m going to need a pry bar and some extra muscle. A paramedic would be helpful, too.”
“Gotcha. Unfortunately, that last roller knocked the staircase loose. It may be a while before we can get to you.”
Jay checked on Kim. She wasn’t bleeding heavily but he was worried about her pinned legs. Loss of circulation could have serious effects. But he couldn’t do much about that at the moment.
“We’ll be here when you get here, buddy,” he said into the mike. “Just don’t take a long lunch break, okay?”
“Understood.”
Looking up at him, Kim said, “If there’s another quake, this whole building could go down. Maybe you ought to—”
“I’ve got no plans to leave the dance without you, Kim. Just relax. My buddies will get us out of here.”
“You know my name?”
“Sure. Everybody in Paseo del Real knows you.”
A little frown tugged at her forehead, though it didn’t appear to be because of pain. Probably experiencing some confusion from the trauma she’d experienced.
“Should I know you, too?”
“Probably not. But we did go to Paseo High together.”
She studied him a moment before her eyes widened—eyes the shade of the blue lupines that grew on the hillsides around Paseo del Real in spring. “Jay? Jay Tolliver?”
He grinned, pleased in spite of himself that she recognized him. “Guilty as charged.”
“Oh, my gosh—” She winced, this time from pain.
“Easy, Kim. It’s best if you lie still.”
“I know…” Her battle not to panic was bright in her eyes along with the courage it took to stay calm. He held her hand and felt it tremble. “I remember you.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You shouldn’t be—” She groaned and bit down hard on her lip.
“Let me see if I can get some of this weight off of you.” Using his ax, he worked to wedge another piece of wood under the beam. Raising it only a fraction of an inch would help. But he couldn’t get much leverage and the beam was damn heavy.
“Wait!”
Her cry stopped him.
“Why don’t we just talk till someone comes? I mean—”
“Sure.” Her lips had grown pale and that worried him. She was likely going into shock. Where the hell were his buddies? This woman was in deep trouble or would be soon enough if someone didn’t get her out of here. “So what would you like to talk about?”
“You. I often wondered what had happened to you. How’d you get to be a fireman?”
“Firefighter. That’s the politically correct term these days.”
Her smile was weaker than before. “So?”
“I figured eventually I’d rescue some damsel in distress and she’d fall into my arms pledging her undying love.”
“Count me in on that one, hero. What girl could resist?”
A lot of them, Jay suspected. Particularly those who knew his background—raised by a single mother on disability, the two of them living every day only inches away from disaster. A kid who had to work his way through high school, let alone community college, which he’d squeaked through during night classes, working extra jobs and trying to support his mother. Not exactly the kind of man who conjured up romantic dreams in the life of a high-school prom queen like Kimberly Lydell.
Damn, he’d wanted to know her so much better. But there hadn’t been time. Not between his classes and two part-time jobs. Not when he knew damn well she was dating the most popular jocks on campus.
He shrugged off his memories. What he needed to do now was to keep her alive until help came. That would take all of his concentration. The only thing that mattered.
Adjusting his hat on her head to shield her from the plaster dust that continued to drizzle from the ceiling, he sat back.
“I don’t think it’s quite my size,” she said as the visor virtually covered her eyes.
“Looks fetching though. Who knows, you could start a new fashion trend. You’ve always been the most stylish girl in town.”
Hesitantly, she slid her free hand into his again, slender and delicate in his much larger palm. “Jay, how badly is my face cut? It feels…I need to know.”
“Superficial.” He wasn’t a doctor but he suspected he’d just told her a lie. “You know head wounds bleed like hell and can hurt like crazy. You’ll be fine.”
She squeezed his hand tight, stronger than he had expected. “Thank you for being here.”
“All in a day’s work.”
IT TOOK the urban rescue unit an hour to extricate Kim from the wreckage of the building. Jay held her hand the whole time; she wouldn’t let him go until they lifted her into the ambulance.
Jay spent the night handling more calls because of the quake and couldn’t get to the hospital until his shift ended at eight the next morning. Still grubby from work, he went directly to the nurses’ station. His timing was perfect. The doctor was filling out Kim’s chart.
“How is she, doc?” Jay asked.
Harry Plum, an old-timer in the community and everybody’s favorite doctor, looked haggard. It had been a long night for the medics, too. “We’re not releasing any information to the media yet.”
“Doc, I was the one who found her in the building. I’d like to know.”
He