The Irresistible Spark
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Lorelei couldn’t take her eyes off the fire. What had seemed like a great idea five minutes ago was now clearly her worst ever.
The pile of wadded-up paper, bedding, clothes, and mementos had gone up in flames more swiftly than she would ever have predicted. But then the singed grass of the yard, hot and dry at midsummer, had started smoldering.
Several heads turned up the street at the same time. Lorelei followed their gazes to see what was more interesting than her front yard blaze.
It was definitely worth a look. A dark-haired firefighter, partially dressed in yellow gear, ran full speed up the street.
She felt imprisoned, unable to move.
“Is that the girl who started it?” he asked her neighbor, not taking his eyes off her.
“That would be the one,” Arnold said.
“She from around here?”
Lorelei puffed with indignation. Pretending not to know a born-and-bred citizen of Applebottom was pretty much the biggest insult you could make in this town.
She stomped right up to him. “Micah Livingston, you know good and well that I’m Lorelei Spencer. You went to high school with my sister Mandy.”
Micah’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re little Lori? The spunky snot-nosed kid who used to steal cupcakes out of Mandy’s lunch?”
Nobody made fun of Lorelei Spencer, not even a hottie firefighter.