over, and I just came home. I thought you worked tonight.”
“I was, but one of the other doctors needed tomorrow off so he asked if I could switch with him and work his shift tomorrow.”
I stared at her as I cocked my head.
“What?” She laughed.
“I think this is the most conversation we’ve had since we moved in together.”
“I guess so.” The corners of her mouth curved upward. “We really haven’t seen each other.”
“I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up. “Did you eat dinner yet?”
“No. I was thinking about ordering some Chinese food.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” I pointed my finger at her. “Order me a quart of sweet and sour chicken, a pint of shrimp fried rice and an egg roll.” Reaching into my pants pocket, I took out my wallet and handed her my credit card. “My treat tonight. Order anything you want. You can buy next time.”
“If you insist.” She grinned as she took the card from my hand.
When I finished showering, I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
“Did you order it yet?” I shouted through the apartment.
“Yes. It’ll be here soon.” I heard her voice coming from her bedroom.
Chapter 13
Sara
I changed into a pair of cotton shorts, a tank top, and threw my hair up in a high ponytail when I heard a knock at the door.
“I got it,” I spoke as I walked past him sitting on the couch.
I took the bag over to the table while Mason grabbed some plates from the cabinet.
“Do you want a beer?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said as I took out the cartons of food.
“What did you order?” Mason asked as he took the cap off the bottle and set it down by my plate.
“Honey Chicken and an egg roll.”
“Sounds good.”
He took his seat across from me and began plating his food.
“You never did tell me where you’re from,” he spoke.
“Does it matter?” I smirked.
“Kind of. Since we’re roommates, I should know a little about you. What if you’re a psycho killer?” He gave me a sexy wink.
“True, and the same goes for you. I’m from New Haven, Connecticut.”
“Great place. I used to go visit some friends up at Yale.”
“Really?” I cocked my head at him. “I went to Yale.”
“Wow. Look at you, miss fancy pants. I had no idea I was sharing a space with a Yale graduate.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“Maybe we saw each other up there at some point and just don’t remember,” I said as I took a bite of my egg roll.
“Doubt it. I would definitely remember someone as beautiful as you.”
My heart started to race as I nearly choked on my egg roll.
“Okay. So now that I know you went to Yale, tell me why you decided to become a doctor.”
“My mom was a doctor, and I spent a lot of time hanging around the ER. Plus, I like to help people. “What about you? Why a firefighter?”
“I do it for the adrenaline rush.” He grinned as he shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth.
“I find it hard to believe that’s the only reason.”
“You’re right. I’ve always loved fires. I would intentionally start them just so I could put them out.”
“What?” I laughed. “What are you, some kind of pyromaniac?”
He let out a chuckle. “My mom thought I was. But all kidding aside, they were just tiny containable fires in the backyard. One night, when I was thirteen, I was walking home from a friend’s house and the townhome down the block was on fire. The fire department wasn’t there yet and when I stared at it, I saw Mr. Fields in the window upstairs screaming for help. I somehow knew if he stayed in there any longer, he would die. So, I ran inside, ran up the stairs and got him out. The adrenaline that rushed through me that night was incredible, but so was saving Mr. Fields. That fire changed my life. I used to believe it was all about the fires, but it wasn’t. It’s about human life and the ability to save them. It’s about sacrifice and serving my community.”
“You know that puts you up on a hero pedestal.” I smiled.
“Same goes for you.” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “You save people’s lives every day.”
“It’s different for me. I don’t put my life on the line saving them like you do.”
“It’s no different, Sara. A life is a life,