Face To Face

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My

heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded conflicted, like she

wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to take slow

deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried to

calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find

the place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about

twenty minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the

hostess know a friend was meeting me.

The waitress asked what I

was having, and since it was my birthday I decided to have a drink.

Hopefully I wasn't going to need it. She carded me and wished me a happy

birthday. She returned with my drink and set it down with a smile.

"This one's on me."

I

smiled back thanking her. I started twirling the cold glass in my hands

looking into the amber liquid. I was lost in thought until I heard a

familiar voice say thank you. I looked up to see Summer walking towards

me. I slid out of the booth and she kept walking, a smile spreading

across her face as she got closer. She didn't stop, hitting me in the

chest full force as she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into a

fierce hug. My arms resumed their position as if she'd always been

there.

"I almost didn't believe it when I saw the note. It was a bit of a shock after all this time." She said softly into my ear.

"I don't know why I didn't come right away."

She

didn't let go of me, and I didn't let go of her either. She just smiled

as she looked at my face. I noticed her hair was darker than I

remembered, summer had long since passed. Her eyes were bright, even in

the dim light of the room. She flicked her eyes over my shoulder.

"Sorry." She blushed.

"Oh don't be." The waitress said with a sly grin. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll grab your drink order."

"What are you having?" Summer asked me.

"In honor of our last day together I got a cider."

She smiled and told the waitress she'd have what I was having. We finally separated and sat down.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, more curious than concerned.

I gave her a smirk and shrug. "I've missed you."

"That's sweet, but why now? I honestly thought if you were going to chase me down you would have done it right away."

The waitress set down her drink, and asked if we wanted to order any food. Summer ordered us a couple appetizers.

"The

truth is I've missed you ever since the day you left. I knew it

wouldn't do me any good to chase after you. The last thing you needed

was a puppy following you home. So I moved on, or so I convinced myself.

I went to see Davy, and he'd already given my summer job to somebody

else. You saved me from a summer of boredom pumping fuel, and hauling

ice."

"What did you do?"

"I caught a break, and went to

school on the city's dime." I lifted my jacket from beside me showing

the logo I'm sure she would recognize. Rockland FD,

"You're a fireman?" She asked, her eyes widened. "That explains that."

"Explains what?" I asked.

She just grinned. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

I rubbed my chin. "I did shave before coming, so yea."

Summer

rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me that you haven't noticed that

you've filled out a little. You still look like a young 'un. You must

have to beat the girls off with a stick."

"What girls?" I asked.

She

looked at me for a moment, a look of shock crept across her face.

"Pete, don't tell me you haven't moved on. Tell me you've been out with

girls your own age since I left." She said the last part softly, but

insistently.

"I've been on dates since you left." I said

chuckling. "I missed you, and I sought solace in the arms of other

women. I'm such a cad."

She let out a sigh of relief. "So why

here? Why now? It's not that I'm not happy to see you, honestly it

isn't, but I'm getting the feeling there's something more going on

here."

"I've been out with a few girls, but I've only ever been

in love with one." I looked her in the eyes. I didn't need to tell her

who I meant. It was plain on her face that she realized it as soon as I

said it.

She looked at me her head tilting slightly, and reached over and took my hands in hers. She took a deep breath.

"What

we shared was amazing, but you need to move on and live your life. You

can't be in love with me. You're not even old enough..."

I looked at her for a moment, and purposely raised an eyebrow and lifted my glass and took a long pull off my cider.

"Okay, you're old enough to drink, but you're still so young. What do you want with an old lady like me?"

"Whoa,

hang on a minute. You're old? I wish you'd told me when we were rolling

around in the sheets like a couple of horny teenagers."

"You WERE a horny teenager!" She growled at me.

"That

hasn't been the case now for two years, to the day." I replied. "I'd

like to think I've had time to work it out, think on it, and grow up a

little."

She looked at me for a moment. "To the day? Your birthday is today?"

I nodded.

"What about you? Have you been dating, are you in a relationship?" I asked. I felt my heart sink as I waited for the blow.

"Happy Birthday." She said and lifted herself up leaned across the table and kissed me.

The

shock lasted a split second, her lips lingered in front of mine. I

didn't hesitate and leaned in and I closed the gap, this time unhurried.

Her kiss was soft and warm as her tongue brushed my lip tentatively

asking for permission to enter.

There was a soft shuffling noise

and the close clink of a plate. I was loath to part from her. Summer's

eyes popped open looking into mine shocked as she pulled back and sat

down, her cheeks bright pink. I just grinned. She peeked up at the

waitress, who had a huge grin on her face as she set the plates down on

the edge of the table, rather than between us.

"You two lovebirds want another round?"

"Not

just yet." I replied looking at our half-filled glasses. As soon as the

waitress walked away Summer started giggling, and I quickly joined her.

"Oh

those smell so good." She reached for a plate and scooped a couple

little dumplings onto it. She broke one in half and steam rose out of

it, after dousing it with mustard she blew on half of it, then rather

than eat it, she leaned over the table and offered it to me.

"Careful it's hot." She said stabbing the other and popping into her mouth, chewing carefully.

It was hot, I gasped some air trying to cool it off as I bit down. "What is this?" I asked tasting onion and bacon.

"Deep fried pierogis. They're so bad for you, but they taste so good." Her eyes rolled up as chewed.

I hadn't let the fact that she didn't respond to my question slip past.

"They are good," and I paused a moment to see if she'd respond.

She

let out a small sigh. "After a while... one of my friends kept prodding

me to get out of my funk. Trust me when I say, I was in a bad way when I

got home. I cried my eyes out for a week. There was a new doctor that

worked on C South. She kept pushing me at him, I guess because he'd been

asking about me. He asked me out, and after a couple invitations I

finally accepted."

She shrugged and made a grimace.

"So..."

"So?

So what you want to know is whether or not I'm still seeing him, or if

things got more serious. Is that right?" She said, a little smirk tugged

at the corner of her mouth.

I just raised my eyebrows, in imitation of her expression, which made her chuckle.

"If I were, would I be here feeding you, and swapping' spit?" She said with a sharp twang.

I nearly choked on the bite she'd just fed me.

"Well

I know you as the type who would let someone down easily. You don't

like to hurt people, least of all those you care about." I said.

She nodded slowly. "How long did it take you to figure out Emily hadn't broken her arm?"

I

just grinned at her attempt to change the subject. "So what happened

with doctor wonderful?" At this point it wasn't just an assumption that

the doctor was history, it was more a matter of how. She poked at the

last bit on her plate with a fork before answering.

"It didn't

work out. Once we'd done the deed, he seemed to lose interest. Come to

find out, he's got a reputation of burning through coworkers. The reason

he was new here was because he was asked to leave his old hospital

because of a harassment lawsuit brought by several women that he worked

with."

"So you dumped him?"

"Like a hot potato." She grinned. "Besides Emmy hated him from day one. I should have taken her appraisal to heart."

The grip in my chest relaxed. "Was he..."

She raised her eyebrows at me this time, causing us to both laugh at the mirrored expression.

"What? Was he the only one? Yes. I haven't been playing bedroom bingo since I got home Pete. There, are you happy?"

I just smiled at her.

"You smug little shit." She said laughing. "You are happy aren't you?"

I just nodded.

"You think I'm just going to fall into your bed like nothing has changed? Is that it?" She said, still smiling.

I stopped smiling and shook my head gently. "No, and technically, it was never my bed we fell into."

She got a shrewd look. "What then?"

I wasn't prepared for her to ask outright what it was that I expected, but I didn't hesitate with my response.

"I'm in love with you, and I have been for over a year, and I want to know how you feel about me."

She sat there wide eyed for a moment, her mouth hanging open.

"Are you trying to catch flies?" I asked with a smirk.

"You're serious?" She said softly.

I

just nodded. "I'd move here, find a place, get a job and hopefully

start my training to become a paramedic. I can get into the university

as a resident, cheaper tuition, but mostly I just want to be with you."

"You're crazy." She said softly.

"I've heard love does that to people."

"Hon, there's so much more to consider than just that." She said, reaching across the table laying her hand on mine.

"I

know, that's why I'm here now." I waited, looked away from her for a

moment and took a deep breath. "If it was just... a summer fling. I'm

okay with that, really I am. That doesn't mean I don't want us to be

friends."

Her hand gripped mine. "It wasn't like that at all. You

have to understand what was going on in my life at the time. You showed

up at a time when my self-esteem was crushed. I needed to feel loved,

even wanted again. You did that in a single afternoon. Sure at first I

was upset with you for being a peeping tom, but then I kind of liked the

idea of a young guy getting excited seeing me in all my glory. I felt

desired. When you brought my sorry, broken ass inside and made me lunch,

got me the lotion for my sunburn, and ice for my ankle. You cared about

me, and you didn't even know me. I didn't prompt you, you did it out of

compassion, and that's something I needed right then."

"And now?" I interjected.

She

tightened her jaw as she thought about her response. "It's different

now. I'm different now. I came home and began rebuilding. I like being

self-sufficient for the first time in my life, I like knowing that I can

stand on my own two feet. I can be a good mother, make sure that dinner

gets on the table and the bills get paid. It's empowering." She looked

into my eyes. "I have you to thank for that."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You picked me up and dusted me off, figuratively and literally." She said, a tear slipped down her face.

I

reached up and brushed it away, and she grinned. "See? That's exactly

what I'm talking about. You care about me, and it scared the hell out of

me when I realized I felt the same way about you. That last night you

nearly crushed my rib cage while we talked, but I didn't want to say

anything because I was more afraid you'd let go, and I didn't want you

to ever let go."

"I was scared. Here I am a grown woman and I

fell for a teenager because he was infatuated with me after I took his

virginity." She said softly. "You were 19 for crying out loud, I should

never have let it happen."

I forced myself not to smile at that

last statement. "Do you think that if I can carry you across a lawn and

through a house, that I couldn't have stopped you? We didn't do anything

that I didn't want to do. We were both consenting adults, you didn't

take advantage of me."

Summer just blinked her eyes and gave her

head a little shake. "I just want to make sure I'm understanding all of

this. You want to know if there's a chance for you and I to have a

relationship, and you're willing to uproot and move here. You want to

know if I'm okay with that, is that what you're really asking?"

"In short, yes." I said.

It took her a while to respond. "What if I said no?"

"I

could hope we'd remain friends. Maybe with a little communication once

in a while. Who knows, you might even want to come back to Maine and

visit, bring Emmy. There's a big summer camp just north of Camden. Just

as friends." I said, waving off the shrewd look that she gave me, as if I

were saying that we'd hustle Emmy off and get back to old times.

"What

would happen if I said yes, and after you get settled in, you get tired

of hanging out with an old lady? Where does that leave us then?" She

countered. "You're a thousand miles from friends and family, resenting

my very existence."

I just smiled. "If I were worried about that, I wouldn't be here right now."

I

had the feeling her resolve was weakening when the corner of her mouth

turned upward. "You know, the real test isn't me, it's Emmy. She knew

Phil, the doctor I told you about, was a loser almost immediately. If

you don't make the cut with her..." She just shook her head.

"So I

must win over the princess to have the hand of the queen. It's a little

backwards, but I like it. When can I set up my interview?" I said

laughing.

A sly smile crept across her face. "How long are you here for?"

"Forever,

starting after Christmas. I have to work a full year at RFD or I'll

have to pay back the tuition for school. I can be back just after the

holidays." I said. "I'm on two weeks’ vacation so I don't really need to

head back until the end of next week."

"I think I have just the

thing then. Emily and I often go down to the firehouse on Fridays where

they have a fish fry. You can meet my uncle while you're there, he's a

fireman too."

"That would be fine. What about us?"

"What about us?" She mimicked, not understanding my question.

"Would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?" I asked formally.

Her face lit up. "I'd love that. I'll find someone to watch Emmy on Saturday. If Saturday is okay with you."

"Saturday

will be fine." I said. The grin on my face mirrored hers. Just then I

realized that this meeting couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned

it this way.

Summer looked at her phone to check the time and

said she had to go pick up Emily at her mom's and get her home to bed.

She insisted on picking up the tab because it was my birthday.

"We'll make Saturday your real birthday dinner." She winked as she set down the pen.

"C'mon walk me to my car." She said.

"Still have the Jeep?"

"Yup, not many warm days now, so I can't run around topless." She said.

I

chuckled, and got a punch in the arm before she joined in. She tossed

her handbag across to the passenger seat, as I watched her jeans hugging

that beautiful backside. I wanted to take things slow, but the

overwhelming sensation of everything going so well came over me. When

she turned back to face me I took her in my arms and kissed her like I

hadn't in years. Our lips met, her arms slipped around my neck pulling

me deeper into her as our tongues danced a familiar dance. My hands

crept up the back of her pullover, pulling us tighter together.

"I've been wanting to do that since you walked in the door." I gasped.

"Pete?" She asked softly.

"Yea?" I tilted my head, wondering at her questioning tone.

"Is

this..." She stuttered. "I don't..." She closed her eyes and took a

deep breath. She slipped a hand off my shoulder and reached down between

us grabbing the front of my jeans in a soft grip.

"Is this why

your here?" She asked, her eyes bright in the dim light of the street

lamp. The look on her face told me that this was a very important

question, and nothing short of the truth would be accepted.

I

reached down between us taking her hand in mine and brought it up and

laid it on my chest. "This is why I'm here. It's been empty for over a

year, and I want to fill it again."

Without moving her hand she leaned in and kissed me again. "Right answer." She whispered.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday." She leaned out and we kissed again.

She

gave me a little wave as she drove off. I returned it. I just looked

down the road for a minute before I drove back to my motel.

I

woke the next morning squeezing the pillow against my chest tightly. I

immediately sat up knowing there was a reason I woke this fast, and the

ringer went off again. I dove for my phone to answer it.

"Good morning sleepy head." Came the soft sweet voice.

"Good morning sweets." I replied.

"I'm sorry, I know it's early and you're on vacation, but I wanted to know what you had planned today."

I

yawned. "Well I was going to go to the city and pick up an application

for the fire department for one. I might take a look at what kind of

apartments there are around. Get to know the place a little. Why, did

you have something in mind?"

"Well I was wondering if you'd like

to come join me for lunch. It'll have to be at the hospital cafeteria. I

won't have time to go far. Don't worry the food's not bad." She said

with a chuckle.

"I'd love to." I said, and she gave me directions on how to find her once I got there.

I

got ready for the day, and headed into the city to get things rolling. I

found a realty office that handled rentals, and picked up a business

card letting them know what I was looking for and when. I found a small

florist shop and stopped in to get Summer some flowers before meeting

her for lunch.

I made my way into the hospital and up one floor

following the signs through the labyrinth of hallways. I pushed through a

set of doors into a small ward of a dozen rooms set up in a semi-circle

around a large nursing station. I peeked around looking for Summer and

didn't see her.

"Thanks honey, you can set them on the counter

there." I heard from behind me. I turned to find a nurse coming from one

of the rooms rubbing her hands.

"What room?" She asked, with a slight drawl in her voice.

"Christa." I said smiling.

The

nurses eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a surprised O-shape.

"You're him, the guy she's been going on about all morning! Pete,

right?"

I nodded, grinning bigger. "I certainly hope so."

"Just

a minute and I'll get her, I think she's down the hall here." She

trotted off, more excited than I thought she had reason to be. She

returned a couple minutes later saying Summer would be right there after

she was done with her patient. A minute later I noticed a head peek out

of the room down the hall, but the hair was dark, not Summer's blond

mane. I nearly bust out laughing, instead I just winked, turned slightly

and leaned on the counter.

She slid her hand along my back above my belt. I turned and kissed her without even a hello.

"Hi! That was mean. Sandy is going to have inappropriate thoughts about you for the rest of the day now." She kissed me again.

"Don't you know that can spread infection and disease, take that somewhere else." The first nurse said.

"This

stick in the mud is Sam, a complete pain in the ass, and good friend.

This is Pete, the friend I told you about." Summer said.

" Hmm,

the hot fireman that rescued your clumsy ass from nearly drowning, you

mean." Sam held out her hand. "Don't you make any mistake Pete. You hurt

this girl and I'll find you, then nobody will find you. You got that?"

I chuckled. "Deal."

Summer just rolled her eyes at us both.

"Come

on, let's go spread some germs away from prying eyes." Summer winked at

Sam and took my hand leading me down the hallway. She turned before we

made it to the main hallway and led me down a side hall. She tapped a

code into the door lock and pulled me in flipping on the light. The

racks of linens, and supplies lined shelves. She turned and wrapped her

arms around my neck and pulled me into her kiss. After a few minutes of

oral calisthenics I came up for air.

"Are you what I'm having for lunch?" I asked, grinning.

"Just the appetizer, I'm actually kind of hungry for food too." She replied reaching for the front of my jeans.

"Wow, what happened to dating a while, you know, getting to know each other." I chuckled.

We eventually walked into the cafeteria and hopped into line with everyone else, then made our way to a table in the back.

"Funny

thing happened last night after I got home I called a friend of mine

who has a daughter in Emily’s class, and she invited Emily to a sleep

over on Saturday." She said.

"What a stroke of luck. What did you have to promise her for that?" I grinned.

"She

had some sordid request involving you that I won't even entertain. I

told her she'd have to settle for a similar return favor in the future.

She threw in that she wanted to meet you. The only way I'll allow that

is supervised. You're not safe with her."

I laughed aloud, causing a few people to look over at us.

"You know, I've noticed no shortage of guys around here. What gives?" I asked.

"Nothing,

it's just a matter of quality over quantity." She said giving me a

wink. "As I remember it, I was far from the only girl in Maine, though

calling myself a girl is a bit of a stretch."

"No. There were

plenty of girls around, and you shouldn't hesitate at all. After a

complete and thorough examination, on more than one occasion, I can

verify that you have all the requisite parts to be a girl." I returned

her wink.

"Smart ass." She said.

"Actually, though nice as

it is, that wasn't one of the parts in question." I said, just before

getting a swift kick in the shin.

The leaves had turned and were

falling, the breeze lifting them up in swirls of gold, orange and red.

It may be autumn, but it felt like spring to me. This is going to

happen, I thought, and my excitement began to build anew. I'm sure that

when I stopped for a coffee, the girl behind the counter thought I was

crazy because of the silly grin on my face.

I found myself

killing time the best I could. Before I knew it I was scoping out dinner

before I headed back to the motel. I stopped into a little café and had

something light. I did a little research online, found a nice place

with good reviews and called and made reservations for Saturday. I

flipped on the TV and surfed around aimlessly for a while. I must have

nodded off because I was startled awake by the room phone. I answered a

little groggily.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry hon." She said.

"No

no, I just dozed off watching a little TV that's all." I paused, not

wanting to ask why she called, because the truth was, I was just glad

she had.

"So." She said drawing it out a bit. "Are you stretched

out on that big old bed?" She giggled, and it sounded like she was

nervous.

"Yup, I didn't go off and find another girl after lunch.

I did expect to have them throwing themselves at me, but it just didn't

happen. Odd huh?"

She laughed genuinely at that. "You know how independent and head-strong West Virginia girls can be."

"Do I ever. Wild and wonderful, I wouldn't have it any other way." I added quickly.

"Uh huh." She replied, not buying my bullshit. "What are you watching, some cheesy motel porno?"

"No! Some cheesy mystery movie."

"Don't act like you didn't check it out. I bet you at least looked at the titles."

I blushed, and even though she couldn't see, I knew that she was aware of my reaction.

"What are you wearing?" She said, her voice deep and husky.

I paused before replying. "Jeans and a t-shirt. Why?"

"Take them off." She said.

Without thought I reached for my belt. "What are you wearing?" I asked.

"I was wearing an over-sized t-shirt and a cute blue thong with polka dots."

"You were?" I gulped.

"Uh huh." She said the smile in her voice came through loud and clear.

"So you're..."

"As the day I was born." She said cutting me off.

I suddenly found myself with an obstacle to getting my boxers off quickly.

"When I got out of my bath I used this lotion I have, and it smells so nice, and my skin is so soft I can't help but stroke it."

I dropped the phone and yanked the t-shirt off, nearly tearing it in the process.

"What are you stroking?" I asked, flipping off the TV.

"What would you like me to?" Came her cheeky reply.

"Start

at the top, those cheeks, how I'd love to be kissing my way back to

your ear to nibble on it and kiss my way down your neck."

"Sounds nice. I absolutely love having my neck kissed."

The

vision of her naked body lying on rumpled sheets came back to me as if

it were yesterday. "I'd take my time working my way along your

collarbone and kiss those beautiful freckles on your shoulder."

"You're going the wrong way."

"Patience."

I said. "I'd kiss my way down the faint little tan line, tracing it

with the tip of my tongue. Follow along with your fingertips."

"Sorry I was getting ahead of you."

"I

had a feeling. I can't wait until I can take those stiff pink nipples

into my mouth again and taste you. They're hard, aren't they."

"Hmm."

"Pinch them, tug on them like you know I will."

"Yes!" She hissed into the phone.

"Let

go, and trace the soft skin down your stomach. Go slowly. I'd tickle my

way down your tummy laying a trail of soft kisses down to your little

strip."

"Oh, it's gone."

"Oh? Why did you do that?"

"Shaving accident. It's not as easy as you'd think to shave a straight line." She giggled.

"Smooth is nice too. Spread your legs." I said.

"You think I'm that easy do you?"

"No, not easy, just horny."

"You know me so well." She said.

"Are you wet?" I asked.

"Are you hard?" She tossed back.

"Touché. Slip your finger in, get it good and wet." I replied.

"You don't know how much I wish it was something else that was getting slipped in."

"What would you rather have in there right now?"

"Your hard cock, which I'm hoping is in your hand right now."

She was right, my cock was hard as an iron pipe and I was stroking it slowly.

"Slip another finger in, imagine I was there to slip my hard cock into you ever so slowly."

"Yea." She gasped.

"Slow down, what's your hurry?" I asked.

Her breathing was fast and ragged.

"Please."

"Please what, Summer?"

"Hurry!" She pleaded.

"You

want me to drive my cock into you hard, filling you up with every

stroke? Is that what you want?" I was working my cock quickly, my breath

coming in short gasps.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She said as she began panting.

I couldn't hold back any longer myself.

I heard Summer say, "Hon are you there?"

I shook my head and grabbed the phone. "Sorry I dropped the phone."

"Oh, were you busy doing something?" She giggled.

"I'm going to need a shower now."

"Need a hand with that?"

"Yes please! Would you come over and wash my back?" I asked.

"I'd love to, but I can't tonight." I heard her sigh.

"Let me grab a towel, I made a bit of a mess over here." I said. Summer just chuckled.

I grabbed the phone again, the question forming in my mind. "Does Emily know that you're going to have company tomorrow night?"

"Uh huh. I told her my knight in shining armor made a road trip to come see me."

I chuckled. "So the same story you told Sam? I'm the fireman who rescued you when you took a spill on the rocks?"

"If all it takes is a little white lie to protect my reputation then I'll take it." She said.

"What sort of reputation would you have without it?" I asked.

"Oh,

please. If anybody knew the real story, let's just say it would be

unpleasant. Besides you did come to my rescue, even if you didn't have

the uniform yet."

"I can go along with that. So do I get any info

about my interview tomorrow? You know, what she likes, interests,

hobbies, what to expect."

Summer laughed. "Nope. I want first impressions from both of you. Come to the house around 5 and we'll go from here."

"Okay sweets, get some sleep. I love you." I said.,

"Goodnight hon, and I love you more." She said hanging up quickly, getting the last word.
A night out on the town.

The

next morning I grabbed breakfast at a local coffee shop, and called

home. Mom asked how things were going, and I said that they were going

better than expected and I'd catch her up when I got back. I didn't tell

her any more than that, but it was the complete truth. I still couldn't

believe that things had gone so well.

I looked into some after

dinner entertainment four my date with Summer on Saturday, and realized I

didn't have anything appropriate to wear. I decided to go shopping and

find something worthy of a night to remember.

I was in town and

not far from the hospital from what I could tell so I gave Summer a call

and asked if she wanted to have lunch again. I walked into the wing

where she worked and leaned against the nurse's station looking up and

down each hall to see if I could spot her. A woman behind a short

partition looked up hearing me moving around.

"Hi. Can I help you?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Christa." I said.

"Oh, you must be Pete." She stood and walked over to the counter holding out her hand. "I'm Joan. She mentioned you'd be by."

"I was hoping to sneak her away for a few minutes for lunch." I smiled.

"It's

going to probably be another fifteen before she'll be able to. I have

to wait for one of the other nurses to come back before I can release

her into your care." She smiled.

"Okay well I can just grab a

coffee in the cafeteria for a few to keep out of the way. Thanks." I

said and turned to walk down the hallway and saw her in a room through a

crack in the door. She was bent over a patient talking to them with a

smile on her face. I looked at my watch and headed to the cafeteria to

wait.

I watched the coming and going of people through the

windows for a while when I felt arms wrap around my neck and hands cover

my eyes.

"Guess who?" She asked.

"Bob, is that you? Your hands are so soft." I replied.

She buried her face in my hair and gave me a kiss on the top of the head before pulling my head back against her chest.

"Does Bob have these?" She said softly, and gave a subtle rub of her chest against my head.

"Well he has put on some weight so yea I'm guessing he does."

She bent down and kissed my cheek. "Come on you clown, I'm hungry."

I

stood wrapping my arms around her waist and drew her tight against me

giving her a long kiss. "Me too, but I'll have to settle for food."

Her

eyes flashed at me and her grin widened. "For now." Her cheeks turned

pink at the sound of several muffled giggles. "Come on let's eat before

you get me in trouble for sexually harassing a visitor."

"I won't

be the one filing a complaint. In fact I was just wondering in a place

this size how many available beds there might be." I said, as I walked

with her to the line. We settled in at the table and Summer attacked the

giant salad she had in front of her.

"So no hints, nothing to go on tonight? I'm kind of nervous." I said.

"That's normal, weren't you nervous when you interviewed for your job at the fire department?"

"No,

not really. It was more like signing up for a class than a job

interview. He asked me some questions, I asked him a few, and before I

knew it he was shaking my hand and welcoming me aboard."

"It's

not going to be like that, I assure you. She's pretty much your standard

12 year old girl." Summer just froze, the fork half way to her mouth

and looked at me.

"What?" I asked worried.

"I just did the

math." She looked around to see who was within earshot. "You're closer

to her age than mine." She set down her fork and looked out the window

for a minute.

I reached out and took her hand. "Don't let it bother you. It sure as hell doesn't bother me."

She snorted. "You'll still be in your twenties when I'm forty."

"Don't

worry, I'm a firefighter. I can put the candles out before the house

burns down." I chuckled. Summer tried hard to look unamused and failed.

"I

can imagine the news now. 'Aging spinster in torrid affair with young

stud, more at 11.' My friends are going to think I'm trying to recapture

lost youth. Let alone what my family..."

"Stop." I said sharply

but softly. "You're worried about ten years from now more than you're

worried about ten hours from now. Relax, there are only three people

that have any input in this, and two of them are right here. I'm going

to be interviewed by the other in just a few short hours."

Summer looked at me seriously for a moment then burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"The

look on your face. You'd think you were facing a firing squad at

sundown. I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about."

We

finished and Summer had to rush to get back, she tugged me along back

as far as the nurses station. She turned and looked at me for a moment

then gave me a quick wink.

"So you'll meet us at the house around 5? We can just take one car that way."

I nodded. "Sounds good. I'll see you then."

I

began to lean in for a quick kiss when Summer snaked her arm around my

neck and practically gave me a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

I just chuckled and smiled, and let her get back to work.

I

spent a little time wandering around downtown window shopping before I

went back to the motel. I took a little time to reflect on everything

that had happened in just a few short days, and I realized I couldn't be

luckier if I won the lottery. My only hurdle left is tonight. How would

Emily see me, as someone invading their lives, as someone trying to

fill her dad's shoes. I let out a sigh and decided that the best thing I

could do is to set all of that aside and get to know her and let the

chips fall where they may. Summer didn't seem overly concerned. Why

should I?

I grabbed a quick shower, dressed and grabbed my jacket before I headed up to Summer's house in the hills.

To be continued in part 5, by Member389 for Literotica