CHAPTER FIFTEEN
For the next few days we barely saw Liz. She and her own personal fireman appeared to have fallen instantly in love. Liz and Jorge, happily ever after. I certainly hoped so.
She'd even travelled back down the ‘mountain’ with Jorge, in the fire truck, because they clearly didn't want to lose sight of each other. Talk about working fast. I’d never seen love work its magic like it... well, unless you count Fred and me, of course.
I wished he were there with me. Would he ever be? I tried not to dwell on it but, seeing Liz and Jorge all loved up just brought that precious memory swimming back, which then led to thoughts of my near miss with Marc, with a ‘C’. It wasn’t even a one night stand, I sighed.
'That was a deep sigh,' said a voice behind me as I lay sprawled on a wood
