Fiona & Trevor
written by:
Jessamyn

Please note: I had a little help with the Gaelic, but all mistakes are strictly my own. Slainte Siobhan!

Fiona Martin was having the worst day ever. On this delightfully cold New England day, she was standing on the front lawn of her house with her high heels sinking into the mushy lawn. Shivering, she looked around for someone who could answer her questions. You would think with the number of Boston's finest emergency personnel on her lawn, she would be able to find out what was going on. Alas, she was being completely ignored. She wasn't surprised. She never did stand out in a crowd, at an even 5 feet tall, most people towered over her. Finally, she could take no more. She couldn't feel her legs and the wind seemed to be blowing through her red silk shirt.

"Excuse me!" She shouted. "This is my house. Could someone tell me what is going on??" She almost started stomping her feet to get the feeling back in them, but quickly realized that she would look like a toddler having a tantrum. She marched toward a group of firefighters clustered around a truck, determined to get an answer from one of them.

Trevor O'Leary and a few guys from his company were stowing their gear in the truck. Even though this had turned out to be a false alarm, they always came prepared, never knowing what kind of situation they would find themselves in. As he turned to grab a length of hose, he caught a glance of a small and disgruntled woman marching toward the truck. She was trying to pick her way through the crowd, and desperately trying to keep her grey high heels from getting stuck into the grass. Trevor looked her over and couldn't help but smile. Frustration had colored her pale skin, her auburn hair which was once pulled tightly back in a professional bun had unraveled and corkscrew curls now framed her face. She was wearing a sharp grey suit, the skirt ending demurely above the knee. In sharp contrast from the suit, she was wearing a bright red shirt. She wasn't quite beautiful in the traditional sense. She was definitely attractive..adorable even. And she was ticked.

"Excuse me sir..could you tell me what is going on here?" Fiona approached the first firefighter she saw. He was tall, over 6 feet so she had to crane her neck to stare up at him.

Trevor couldn't remember the last time he was at a loss for words. But as he stared down at this woman, he totally lost his train of thought. She had the most spectacular eyes he had ever seen. They were a shade of violet that couldn't be natural. They almost sparkled.

"Uh..Are you Miss Fiona Martin?" Trevor tried to collect himself. No need to anger her any further.

"Yes sir, I am. Now can you please help me?"

"My name is Trevor O'Leary. Your security system malfunctioned and sent out a signal to both the local fire company and the police. No one from your security company called to report that it was a false alarm, so it was treated by us and the police as an actual emergency. As soon as we broke down the door, it was confirmed that it was indeed a false alarm. You should call your company as soon as you can. They are definitely going to want to come out here and take a look at the panel." Trevor watched the tension that was in her shoulders melt as she finally got the information she wanted.

"Mr. O'Leary, thank you very much for clearing that up for me. And thank you all for coming so quickly to my home to make sure everything was okay. I understand a false alarm can be a real pain in the ass, but I truly do appreciate all of your efforts." Fiona reached out to shake his hand.

"Well Miss Martin, we are just doing our job. You might not be so happy when you see your front door..." Trevor winced as he thought about how they had used a ram to rip it off the hinges.

"Well...I guess you did what you had to do. It can't be all that bad. I suppose I should go have a look." She turned on her heel and headed toward the house. Trevor, being a man..and an ass man at that couldn't help but check out the view. She might be petite, but she had a curvaceous looking backside which he admired appreciatively. When he shook her hand earlier, he couldn't help but notice how small and soft her hand was. He watched her as she reached her front porch, and when she got a look at her door, her hand covered her mouth in shock.

Oh shit...He thought and started after her.

Fiona was on the front porch of her centuries old Victorian. This is was her first house and despite some of the work it needed, she was very proud of it. And now she stared at her front door, well what was left of it. Most of it was on the front porch and in the entryway, while the rest hung drunkenly from the hinges. Squaring her shoulders, she moved to take a closer look. Concentrating, she was unaware of the footsteps on the porch behind her.

"Miss Martin..."

Fiona jumped when he spoke. She was mentally trying to figure out how she could get someone out here on a Saturday to replace the door. It was supposed to be freezing this weekend.

"I am sorry Miss Martin; I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay?" Trevor wasn't sure what drove him to follow her, but something in his gut made him want to make sure she wasn't too upset.

"Well Mr. O'Leary. It was a little worse than I thought, but I don't think it is entirely a lost cause. It is still early on Friday, so I may be able to go to the hardware store to at least get some plywood to cover the door. I may have to pay a little extra to get someone here on a Saturday to install a door, but I suppose it can be done" Fiona was a little worried about her bank account, but that wasn't his problem.

"I tell you what Miss Martin, why don't you call me Trevor? And now that we have been introduced, I have some time tomorrow, I can come by and install the door for you. After all, I did have a little to do with its current state" He smiled sheepishly at her.

"Call me Fiona. And honestly Trevor, you don't have to. You were just doing your job. I am sure that you don't offer repairs to everyone who receives damage during an emergency." Fiona was secretly delighted he had offered. He was incredibly handsome. He was tall as she noticed before, with a muscled, athletic build. He had a neatly trimmed goatee with little strands of red threaded through it. His hair was closely cropped, but she could see the same red mixed with dark brown. He had a cute smile that seemed to work its way up to his evergreen eyes.

"Well Fiona, let's work out a barter shall we? I come and fix your door...and you can do something for me in return." Trevor couldn't help but think of a few different ways she could repay him. After all, he was a healthy red-blooded male. And he was still thinking about her rear view.

"Well, I suppose that would work. How about I make you dinner? What would you like?"

Trevor, still trying to keep his mind on the straight and narrow, tried to think of a meal that would take a little while. He wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to get to know Miss Fiona Martin.

"Well..I don't cook much for myself, so I keep my fare pretty simple. Would lasagna be much trouble?"

"Lasagna? Not all at all. Are you sure lasagna is what you want?"

"Yes ma'am. Some garlic bread also?" Trevor's mouth was watering just thinking about it. Besides his Mom's cooking, he hadn't had a home-cooked meal in a long time. His last girlfriend said he should just hire a private chef. She never offered to lift a finger in his kitchen.

"Lasagna and garlic bread. I think I can handle that. Can I impose on you for one more thing?" Fiona had absolutely no clue on how to buy a door. She kind of felt like an idiot for asking. She blushed.

Damn, she was cute when she blushed. Trevor couldn't fathom what she would be asking that would make her blush like that. He noticed she had a light dusting of freckles over her nose and that her eyes were now a lighter purple color.

"You are going to think I am a moron, but I have no idea what goes into buying a door."

"No big deal Fiona" Trevor laughed. "If you would like, I can come by earlier and take measurements and then I can go with you to get what you need. That way I can make sure I have everything I need to install."

"Oh Trevor, that would be great. Would 4pm be okay? I can serve dinner at 6:30. Is two and half hours enough time?"

More than enough..but he wasn't telling her that.

"I think that should work. Listen Fiona, I need to get going. But here is my cell phone number, just in case you need to cancel. Would you mind if I get yours? If I have an emergency I wouldn't want you waiting around." Trevor gave her his number and she in turn gave him hers. He added to his phone and said a quick goodbye. As he ran to the truck, he turned and gave her a wave. Fiona smiled and waved back.

Trevor got on the truck and got an earful from the guys. Trevor was one of the last guys in his company that was single and they were always trying to hook him up. Most of the women were firefighter groupies, their fantasies were to get a fireman in the sack. He had taken advantage of that a few times, but now at 30; he was looking for something a little more serious. As they pulled back into the station, they unloaded the truck and went to the locker room to change. His friend Bart had the locker beside him and decided to get more info on his conversation with Fiona.

"So Trev..What's going on with you and the woman? I don't think I have ever seen you spend so much time talking to someone who had a false alarm. Was she pissed about the door?" Bart pulled his shirt over his head and bent to tie his shoes.

"Actually, she seemed okay considering. I offered to fix it for her tomorrow." Trevor put his watch on and added his wallet to his back pocket.

"No shit! Man she was cute, a little too short for me...but she had nice assets" Bart wiggled his eyebrows at Trevor.

"Hey knock it off. You are right, she is cute..but it is something else..." Trevor trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

"Listen man, Vicki did a number on you. If something about this woman makes you want to see her again...go for it. You haven't had a relationship in a long time; all you can do is take the chance. I gotta jet man...hopefully I don't see you tomorrow." Bart slammed his locker and headed out of the station. Trevor knew what he meant. If he saw him tomorrow, that meant they were on another emergency.

Trevor left the station a few minutes after Bart. As he walked to his truck, he was hoping he wasn't making a mistake with Fiona. His last serious relationship ended badly...so badly that Trevor hadn't dated seriously in almost a year. As he threw his stuff in the lockbox in the bed of the truck, he slid behind the driver's seat and finally took a minute to stretch. He had been on the go since 6am and the coffee had worn off a long time ago. He was a little depressed thinking about going to his big empty house and ordering a pizza to eat alone. Since it was Friday night, most of his friends had plans. Sighing, Trevor started the truck and headed for The Harp.

Fiona left the hardware store wrestling with a giant sheet of plywood. The owner offered to strap it to the top of the car, since she hadn't come prepared with anything to tie it down. He also made sure that she had a hammer and nails. She assured him she did and politely thanked him for his help. Fiona wasn't sure, but he could have been flirting with her. But then she decided he was just being helpful. Men really didn't flirt with Fiona. They either thought she was too short, not pretty enough..any number of reasons really. Her last boyfriend Danny had left her for his assistant. Fiona had met her once. Her name was Tricia and the spiteful part of Fiona wondered if she was even old enough to drink. Tricia was 5'10 with long blonde hair and a tan. She was wearing a short skirt and practically see-through top. She looked at Fiona like she was a vagrant off the street. Fiona should have known then, but she fancied herself in love with Danny, so she ignored the signs. Now here she was, single for over a year with a giant hole in her house. She made it all the way home with the plywood still on the roof. She did her best to lug it up the porch, glad she had changed into jeans and sneakers before her trip to the hardware store. Heels weren't ideal for home improvement. She managed to nail the plywood to the doorframe with no splinters and minimal amount of damage to herself, save the bruised thumb from missing the nail once or twice. Proud of herself, she decided to celebrate by going to one of her favorite places for a drink. Checking to make sure she looked somewhat presentable, she grabbed her purse and coat and went through the garage to the car. As she climbed in, she glanced up at her door and thought about Trevor. She needed to go to the grocery store tomorrow morning for the ingredients for lasagna. She made a mental note to pick up a bottle of wine. Sticking her bruised thumb in her mouth, she headed for The Harp.

Trevor pulled open the doors to his home away from home. Trevor wasn't a barfly, nor did he indulge in alcohol too often but when your parents own a pub and worked really hard to make it a successful business you end up spending a lot of time helping clear glasses and clean tables. His parents didn't have to worry about money now, but they still worked as hard as ever. He wasn't surprised to see them both behind the bar this evening. He could hear his Dad's Irish brogue over the small band playing in the corner. His Dad and Ma emigrated from Ireland as newly married teenagers and despite decades in the US, still spoke with an accent and used Gaelic more than English. He and his brothers actually became relatively fluent because when at home it was all Ma would use to talk to his Dad. Trevor was barely five feet in the door when he knew his Ma had spotted him.

"Mo chuisle..come sit down right here. You look exhausted." Before he could even say anything, she was building him a Guinness. When she put it down in front of him, she patted his hand.

"Aye Mathair..it's been a long day. It looks pretty busy in here. Do you need me to jump behind the bar?" Trevor sipped his Guinness.

"You will do no such thing. You just sit and relax. Do you want me to send your Athair down here?" Mary knew something was wrong with her youngest. Maybe his father could get it out of him.

"Sure, I need to ask Dad a favor anyway. Thanks Ma." Trevor continued to sip his Guinness and look around the bar checking out the clientele. The Harp was pretty popular, but on this Friday it almost seemed full to bursting with people. He felt guilty about not helping. As soon as he was done talking to his Dad, he would go behind the bar and help.

"Mo mahc your Ma said you need to ask me a favor?" Michael wiped the bar in front of his youngest son.

"Hey Dad. Business looks good. Yes, I need a favor. Can I borrow your tool bag? I am helping someone out tomorrow and I don't think I have everything I need."

"Aye, it is in the office. Help yourself. You finally have yourself a Saturday off and you are going to help someone out?" Michael wasn't surprised. His sons, all of his sons actually, are that kind of people.

"Ya. We did some damage to a woman's door today at a false alarm. I offered to help fix it." Trevor finished the rest of Guinness and took his glass behind the bar.

"Well, that's nice of you son. A woman eh? No sweetheart around to help her out with things like that?" Mike took his glasses and put it in the sink.

"Come to think of it, I didn't think to ask. She didn't mention one...oh man. What did I get myself into?" Trevor took an order from a customer at the bar and proceeded to make a whiskey sour. He couldn't believe it. He just assumed she was unattached.

"Well son, one would have to assume she doesn't have a sweetheart. If she did, she wouldn't have taken you up on your offer."

"You don't know women Dad. But I guess I won't find out until tomorrow." Trevor got busy behind the bar, wondering if he made a huge mistake.

Fiona walked into The Harp and searched the floor for a table. As luck would have it, a couple vacated a small table by the fireplace. It was busy, so it took a minute for the waitress to come to her table. She was extremely pleasant, all the wait staff here was. She took Fiona's order for a cider and told her she would be right back. Fiona turned and hung her jacket on the back of the chair. She loved it here. It had such an authentic feel. It made her forget that she had such an awful day. The false alarm wasn't the only thing that had messed up her Friday. Her catering company had been outbid for a huge wedding and she spent all day trying to figure out why. She sent out feelers, but hadn't gotten any concrete info. The thing that burned her the most was she had lost out to one of those corporate caterers. Her operation was smaller, but she had the best chefs on staff. All were Cordon Bleu trained, Fiona included. The only highlights of her day were meeting Trevor and of course fixing the door herself. She studied her bruised thumb as she waited for her cider.

Trevor had taken care of his end of the bar, so he started helping his Ma fill table orders. Susie, one of the waitresses came to the service end and ordered a cider for one of her tables. His Ma moved to pour the drink, when he overheard her talking to his Ma about the customer. She said she had never seen a lady with those colored eyes before. Trevor's head snapped up. He scanned the bar and spotted Fiona at the small table by the fireplace. She was studying her thumb and had absolutely no idea that he was here. He went to the end of the bar and asked Susie if he could bring out her order for her. She winked at him and said yes, as long as she got to keep the tip. He grabbed the cider and headed over toward Fiona, knowing his Ma and Susie were staring holes in his back.

"That looks like it hurts.."

"It does...Trevor! What are you doing here?" Fiona smiled at him, genuine shock lighting up her face.

"Well, my parents own The Harp so when I don't feel like going home, I come here to help." He set her cider down on the table and gestured to the seat across from her.

"Oh please sit down. Your parents own this place? I love it here. It's so homey and comfortable. I stop here for a cider every once in a while."

"Well I will have to tell them you said so. So what happened to your thumb?" He took her hand in his and looked it over, noticing a large bruise on the side.

Fiona was trying to form words. She was usually pretty articulate, but Trevor rubbing her hand made her brain vacant. She was sending little shocks up her arm.

"I caught myself with the hammer fixing the door!" She boasted her accomplishment proudly.

Trevor couldn't help but laugh at the gleam of pride in those lovely purple eyes. She looked a lot different than when he saw her this afternoon. Her auburn curls were now in a ponytail and she was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans. She looked even younger dressed like that.

"You know what makes boo-boos all better Fiona?"

"A Band-Aid?" She laughed.

"No. You kiss them." He bent his head and gently kissed the bruise on her thumb. Fiona damn near jumped out of her seat. Her heart was pounding and she was pretty sure she figured out what it meant to "swoon".

"Well, I can feel it getting better already. Thank you very much." Fiona took a long swallow of her cider to try to calm her nerves.

"I do what I can. So Fiona, tell me something. Why isn't there a man in your life to kiss your hurts..or at least help you from getting them?" Trevor knew he was fishing, but he needed an answer.

"I haven't been in a relationship for a while. I just don't seem to find a man who is looking for something long term. Plus, I am not a beauty and far from graceful so I don't have a lot a man is looking for"

"That's bullshit. You are obviously looking at the wrong men. I am sure that you have all the qualities that the right man is looking for. As for beauty, I think you are stunning." Trevor continued to rub her hand and Fiona almost sighed in pleasure.

"I suppose I just have to find that right man. What about you Trevor? There isn't a supermodel at home waiting for you?"

"Not hardly. One, I am not the supermodel type. I enjoy eating and women who eat. Two, I also have been unfortunate enough to make really crappy choices. Now, I am being more selective with whom I share my life." Trevor couldn't stop rubbing her hand. It was so small; it was nearly swallowed by his huge hand. He liked the way it fit.

"You know, we are being stared at." Fiona nodded to the bar. The two women, one older and the other Fiona's waitress had been looking at their table since Trevor had sat down.

"That would be my Ma..and Susie. I am sure my Dad will be staring soon too. Sorry about that"

"It's okay. Could I meet them? I would like to tell them how much I love it here." Oh lord what was she doing? "Of course you can. It might stop them from staring. Come on.." Trevor grabbed her hand and led her to the bar. He brought her to the end, where now his Dad, Mom and Susie had gathered.

"Ma, Dad, Susie this is Fiona. Fiona, this is my ma Mary, my dad Michael and Susie."

"It's a real pleasure to meet you all. I just wanted to tell you how much I love it here. It's one of my favorite places to just sit and people watch..and of course enjoy a cider." Fiona smiled. Trevor looked a bit like both his mother and father. His dad was a big man; he had the build of a man who knew a hard day's work. His blue eyes sparkled as he shook her hand. His mother had a lovely shock of red of hair threaded with silver. She couldn't have been much taller than 5' 5'' and had the same color eyes as Trevor. She shook Fiona's hand warmly and gestured for Fiona to take the empty bar stool.

"Hello lass. It's a pleasure to meet you. I wondered how long mo mahc was going to keep you trapped at the table" Fiona smiled at her accent and her look of affection for her son.

"I wouldn't say I was trapped. Besides, I couldn't pass up the chance to let you know how much I liked it here. "

"We are glad to hear it lass. Would you like another cider?" Mary moved to pour her another.

"No thank you Mrs. O'Leary. I should get going. Your son very nicely volunteered to help me replace my door and I promised to make him dinner in return. I need to get to the grocery store early tomorrow to get what I need. Again, it has been a pleasure to meet you. Trevor, I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night everyone." Fiona slid from the stool and returned to her table. After leaving a few bills for her cider and tip, she put on her jacket and headed for the door. As she opened the door, she turned to wave to them and walked into the night.

Trevor went back behind the bar. As he rounded the corner, his father approached him.

"So, that is the lady with the door eh? In all that talking, did you find out if she had a sweetheart?"

"She doesn't. What do you think Dad?"

"Ahh mo chuisle, I like her. I have a feeling about that one. You make sure you tell your Ma and me how your dinner is tomorrow. What is she making you?"

"I asked for lasagna. I am not sure how I finagled it, but I got her to agree. There is something about her Dad. She told me she doesn't think she is pretty. I am not sure how she got that idea...looking at her makes my gut twist."

"Aye son, I felt the same way about my Mary the first time I saw her. She made all thoughts rush out of my head. That's how I knew she was meant to be mine. You will see. I know it wasn't so with that awful Vicki, but you keep an eye out. You will know the feeling when it comes. Now head on home, seems like you have a big day ahead of you." Michael gently pushed his son toward the back office.

"Thanks Dad. I will return the tools on Sunday."

"Take your time. Is tu mo ghra Trevor."

"I love you too Dad." Trevor headed to the back to get the tools and took off for home. He pulled up to the big, empty house and was too tired to think about it. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Fiona woke early. After showering and dressing she grabbed her list and headed for the store. She had most of the regular pantry staples and homemade sauce already in the fridge. After picking up a pound of spicy sausage, ground beef, lasagna sheets and fresh mozzarella she headed for the bakery for a loaf of bread. She also decided to whip up a dessert to go along with dinner. Fiona loved to cook and she didn't do enough of it now since she had to run the business. After wandering the store, she decided on a rocky road cheesecake. After making sure she had all the ingredients she needed, she headed to the liquor store. Selecting a bottle of wine that paired well with the lasagna, she was ready to head home. She wanted to get some prep work done, so all she had to do was build the lasagna and put it in the oven. Plus, she wanted to change before Trevor came over.

Trevor spent the morning cleaning his house. He hadn't spent much time here lately, so his housework had been neglected. Plus, he really needed something to keep his mind off Fiona. Trevor had replayed what his Dad said over and over in is head. Did it really happen like that? Could you really know this quickly? Even after dating Vicki for a while, he never got the "spend my life with you feeling". Trevor ultimately wanted to get married, have a family to share this big house with. He was used to being surrounded by people. With five brothers, you couldn't ever be alone. And right now, he felt really alone.

Fiona brought her groceries into the house through the garage. She put away everything and got right to work. Deciding to start with the cheesecake, she made the graham cracker crust first. She then moved onto the filling, adding chocolate pieces, peanuts and marshmallows to the smooth cream cheese filling. After setting the spring form pan in a water bath in the oven she started on the lasagna. Fiona sautéed the ground beef with the sausage. Setting aside that mixture, she checked the boiling lasagna sheets. Satisfied they would be done soon, she set about slicing the mozzarella. Draining the lasagna sheets right before they were al dente, she started layering her lasagna. Complete, she wrapped the pan in foil and put it in the fridge. Checking on the cheesecake, she noted that it was after 2pm already. Before she could change, she needed to make the garlic butter for the bread. Quickly mixing the butter, she left it out on the counter to stay soft. She really needed to go upstairs and change, even though she had no idea what to wear.

Trevor couldn't wait any longer. You could eat off his floors and all of his DVDs were arranged alphabetically. He ran upstairs to catch a quick shower. Wrapped in a towel, he headed to his closet and threw on a pair of boxer briefs, jeans and dark green sweater. He grabbed his jacket and keys and jumped into the truck. It was just shy of 3pm. He decided to stop for some flowers. He knew it might be cheesy, but his Ma would kill him if he showed up empty handed. Deciding on a bunch of bright sunflowers, he found himself pulling into her driveway a half hour early.

Fiona had just finished getting dressed when she heard him in the drive. He was early! She was dressed, but had yet to do her hair. After throwing on jeans and a light blue sweater, she had thrown some product in her hair and was waiting for it to dry a little before pulling it back. No time for that now...she threw on socks and her black heeled boots and bolted down the stairs. She was just entering the kitchen when she heard a knock at the door that lead to the garage.

Fiona dashed for the door and opened it, a little breathless from her sprint down the stairs. He stood there, looking gorgeous in a green sweater holding a bunch of her favorite flower.

"Hi. I am sorry..I am early." Trevor gave her that sheepish smile.

"It's okay. Are those for me? They are my favorite" She ushered him into the kitchen.

"Of course they...oh god, what is that smell?" Trevor looked around the kitchen to try to identify the source.

"That would be dessert, and it is actually ready to come out. You can set those on the counter if you would like." Fiona moved to the stove to remove the cheesecake. Trevor came up behind her, admiring her rear as she bent over.

"Fiona. Is that cheesecake??" Trevor could have cried.

"Yes it is. Rocky road cheesecake. Do you like cheesecake?"

"Oh god yes. I have a terrible sweet tooth. I have to hit the gym 4 days a week because of it. What is in a rocky road cheesecake?"

"Peanuts, chocolate pieces and marshmallows."

"Oh my. That will be worth and extra trip to the gym." Now that he she was standing in front of him, he got to take a look at her. She looked so cute in her jeans and sweater, but he was truly bowled over by her hair. The curls traveled down her back and almost past her waist. He could see little gold highlights mixed in the auburn. He must have been staring, because she started blushing.

"I didn't get the chance to put it up" Fiona reached up to pat her wild curls.

"Please don't. It is incredibly beautiful. I really like it down."

"Thank you. So, are we off to buy a door?" Fiona made sure the stove was off and the cheesecake was cooling properly.

"Yes ma'am. Shall we go? We can take my truck"

"Let me get my jacket and purse. They are in the hall closet." Fiona left the kitchen and returned shortly with her things.

"You have a really nice kitchen. Do you like to cook?" Trevor had noticed the gourmet appliances.

"I should hope so. I own a catering business!" She laughed and shrugged into her coat.

"You do? That must be great. I can't cook for anything, but it must be nice to have your own business doing something you enjoy."

"I do enjoy it. And yes it is nice. And everyone can cook something..you just have to try." She led him through the garage and locked the door behind her. He opened the passenger door to the truck and helped her climb inside. He went around and got into the driver's side.

"I think I may be a lost cause in the kitchen. But I will get your door installed." He grinned at her and pulled out of the drive heading to the hardware store. They chatted on the way to the hardware store. Fiona told him how she got into the catering business, Trevor told her about how he became a firefighter. She learned he had five brothers, all married with numerous children. He learned she was an only child and that her parents were both deceased. As Trevor pulled into the hardware store, he couldn't imagine not having his parents or his brothers. Holidays were hectic, but always full of love. He felt a bit sad for Fiona. He parked the truck and moved to go open her door. Before she could jump down, he wrapped his hands gently around her waist and placed her on the ground.

"Thank you. Now you can see why I drive such a small car. If I had to climb in and jump out, I would surely embarass myself."

"I have to say, that would be a funny sight." Trevor shut the door and fell into step next to her as she walked to the hardware store.

"I imagine it would. The hardware store owner is going to start considering me a regular. I was just here last night before I went to The Harp."

"About that...I hope it was uncomfortable meeting my parents. After all, we had only just met ourselves." Trevor reached for the door to the store, allowing her to pass through it before him. It also gave him an opportunity to catch a whiff of her fruity fragrance. It was subtle, yet sexy.

"They are delightful people. So obviously in love still. How long have they been married?"

"Their 40 year wedding anniversary is coming up actually. The end of February."

"40 years! I couldn't imagine...well I suppose with the right person I could. And they are obviously meant to be with each other. So, what exactly are we looking for...door-wise?" Fiona stopped in front of an aisle display with assorted doors and windows.

"Well I imagine that you were fine with the door you had. So let's find something similar to that. Maybe we can even get something with a screen door for those balmy Boston nights" He chuckled at her as he examined the sizes. He had measured before he came to the door earlier.

Fiona studied the doors and gasped in delight when one of them caught her eye. It was a regular door, but the screen door that came with it was made with beautiful iron scrollwork. It was beautiful, almost antique looking. And after looking at the price, she decided that it just wasn't for her.

Trevor heard her gasp. He looked over and noticed she had her eye on a door. He leaned over her shoulder to check the specs. It was just the right size.

"So I assume we can load this up?" Trevor reached to heft the door.

"No. I don't think so. I am just not sure about it. I think I want something simpler." Fiona did her best to cover her lie. This door was absolutely not in her budget right now. "How about this one?" Fiona pointed to a simpler one with a plain screen door.

Trevor wasn't stupid. She wanted the other door. At first he didn't understand why, and then he noticed the substantial price difference. The antique door was almost two hundred dollars more than the less decorative one. He couldn't assume to know about her financial situation, but it seemed that she opting for cheaper because she had to.

"Fiona, if you want the other one you should get it. It is really nice..for a door"

"No Trevor, this one will be fine. Can you get it, or do I need to get some help?

"No, I think I got it. Are you sure?" Trevor knew he was pressing, but he was trying to get more information.

"I am sure. I have a budget I have to stick to and this one fits in the budget just fine."

"Fiona, I can lend..." She cut him off before he could finish.

"Absolutely not Trevor. Don't even suggest it. Now, let's get this door to the check-out" Trevor knew that he went too far when her voice turned icy.

"Listen Fiona, I am sorry. I think I overstepped by offering. It's your decision and you decided, so let's get this door paid for and get it back to the house" Trevor hefted the door to the checkout, Fiona trailing behind him.

Trevor leaned the door against the check-out stand. It almost totally blocked him from the view of the man behind the counter. He noticed him looking at Fiona while she was fishing for her wallet and Trevor felt a slight tug of jealousy. He was checking her out.

"Will that be all?" The man leaned over to scan the tag attached to the door.

"Yes sir. That will be it. Thank you." Fiona handed over her debit card.

"Do you have all the things that you need to install it miss? If you would like, I could offer you some assistance." Before Fiona could answer, Trevor stepped from behind the door.

"It's nice of you to offer, but I think she has all the help she needs. If this is all set, I am going to get it out to the truck. I will see you out there Fiona." Trevor lifted the door and headed outside.

The man behind the counter finished the transaction and handed her the receipt. He said if he had any issues at all to let him know and he would personally handle them for her. He then gave her a business card with the store name in big letters. Underneath his name "Jim Smith" was a telephone number. She thanked him and started for the exit. Trevor had loaded the door and was waiting for her by the passenger side. He opened the door and gave her a lift into the seat.

Climbing inside, Trevor started the truck and headed for Fiona's house. He noticed she was carrying a card in her hand.

"So did Jim give you his number?" Trevor drove through the neighborhood, turning onto Fiona's street.

"Yes he did. Do you know him?"

"Yep. We went to high school together. His grandparents own that hardware store. I suppose they willed it to him."

"He seemed like a nice guy. Didn't seem to like you much....or did I read that exchange wrong?" Fiona slipped the card into her purse.

"No, you saw it right. He doesn't like me much at all. My ex dated him before me. If you ask me I did the guy a favor. You know he was hitting on you right?" Trevor turned into her driveway.

"I hardly think so. He was just being nice."

"Nice, pfft. He was hitting on you Fiona." Trevor couldn't figure out why this was bothering him so much.

"Trevor, I think you are seeing things. But it's quite flattering that you think it's possible, so thanks. Do you need help with the door? If not, I am going to run in and put the lasagna in the oven."

"No, I am all set. Go ahead. I have my tools in the lockbox, so I will get started." Trevor got out of the truck and got what he needed. Fiona headed in to prepare dinner.

Trevor removed the plywood from the door and got started installing the new door. He kept thinking about why Fiona thought that Jim wasn't hitting on her. It was pretty obvious to Trevor, but maybe it wasn't so apparent to Fiona. That put him in a spot. If he wanted to pursue something with Fiona, he was going to have to make his interest obvious to break through her wall. Was all of that worth it? Trevor continued to work on the door when he heard Fiona approached behind him.

"How is it going? Can I help in some way?"

"Actually, I am almost done. Is that the lasagna I smell?" Trevor's stomach came close to actually grumbling.

"Yes it is. I just put the bread in the oven. It should be another twenty minutes. Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure. A glass of wine would be great. I just need to install the screen, and we should be done." Trevor got back to work and Fiona returned to the kitchen. She was setting the island when he walked into the kitchen.

He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how domestic the situation was. He briefly imagined himself walking in after a long day and sharing a meal with his wife, talking about their day over a home-cooked meal. After they ate, he could imagine there would be some cuddling on the couch, watching a movie and then retiring to the bedroom. Trevor was brought back from his daydream by Fiona handing him a glass of wine.

"Here you are. Thank you so much again for the door. I hope the lasagna is a good payment for all of your help." Fiona motioned to one of the empty chairs at the island. Trevor sat down and was greeted by the overwhelming smell of garlic and cheesy lasagna. He almost drooled.

"Fiona, this looks fantastic. I will fix anything you need around this house if I can get a payment like this!" Trevor snagged a piece of bread from the platter and sighed with pleasure at the pungent garlicky taste. Fiona took his plate and cut him a large chunk of lasagna. She added another piece of bread to his plate and placed it in front of him. She cut herself a smaller piece and grabbed a piece of bread. Before she even sat down, he dug in. "Oh wow. This is incredible." Trevor had never tasted lasagna that was so good. He totally got the better end of the bargain.

Fiona laughed. "I am so glad you like it. I hardly ever get to see people's reactions when they eat my food, so it is nice to see someone enjoying it so much. Would you like another piece?"

"I would love to, but I want to save room for dessert. I have been thinking about that cheesecake since you pulled it out of the oven."

"Well then, let me cut you a piece." Fiona pushed aside her plate and moved to the opposite counter to cut the cheesecake. She put a hefty slice on a small plate, along with a dollop of fresh whipped cream and some chocolate sauce. She put the plate in front of him and smiled again at his look of pleasure. She handed him a fork, and watched him dig in.

"You aren't going to have any?" Trevor was surprised he could formulate a sentence. The cheesecake was light and fluffy and definitely was satisfying his sweet tooth.

"I try to avoid desserts. You know, a moment on the lips..."

"Fiona, if dessert makes your body look like that, I have to insist that you have some of mine." Forking a bite of cheesecake, he held the piece to her lips. Fiona blushed and wrapped her lips around the fork. Trevor felt all of the blood in his body head south. She had the sexiest mouth, full lips that were a natural blush color. He was having difficulty fighting a raging erection.

"Thank you for the compliment. Enjoy the rest of your dessert. I am going to clean up a bit." Fiona moved to wrap the lasagna so Trevor could take it home. She also removed the cheesecake from the pan and slid it into a box. Trevor watched her work as he finished her dessert. It was cute how she had to stand on her toes to reach things. He also admired how it caused her jeans to tighten against her rear and her breasts to press against her sweater.

"So Trevor, tell me a little more about you." Fiona returned to the island and sat in the stool across from him.

"What would you like to know?" Trevor finished the last of his dessert and moved to put the plate in the sink.

"Well, are you from here? Did you go to school and for what? What is your family like...this is starting to sound like an interview isn't it? Sorry." Fiona sipped her wine.

"No, it's okay. I am from Boston, born and raised. I did go to school out of state. Texas A&M. I majored in fire technology. I wanted to become an arson investigator. I know that one of the guys here was going to retire in a few years, so I decided to come back home and join the fire company. I figure I will throw my hat in the ring when he finally does retire. As for family, you met my Ma and Dad. I have five older brothers. John is forty and is married to his high school sweetheart Melanie. They have two daughters, Isabelle and Siobhan. Paul is thirty-eight and his wife is Daniella. They have a son, Paul Jr. Next is Graham. He and Paul are twins. His is married to Natalie. They have a son and a daughter, Marybelle and Michael. James is thirty-six and his wife is Michelle. They also have a son and daughter, Nadia and Jake. And lastly is Justin and he is thirty-three. His wife Jennifer is expecting their first child in the summer. My Ma insists Jenny is having twins. And that's the lot of them." Trevor had returned to his seat and finished his wine.

"Wow. Holidays must be quite chaotic. Do you get to spend them all together?" Fiona was amazed at the size of his family and how he kept them all straight.

"We are all pretty lucky in that respect. John and Mel live in Connecticut. They are doctors in their own private practice. Paul and Daniella are travel agents and they live in New York City. Paul and Graham run a construction business in upper Massachusetts. James is a veterinarian and Michelle is an interior decorator. Justin is a private investigator right here in Boston. He wife used to work with him, but he insisted that she start working more from home when she got pregnant. She had lost a baby previously, so they are being a little more careful." Trevor's face had a sweeping look of sadness when he thought about how Justin and Jenny had lost their baby. The whole family moved in to support them and while it was a difficult time, Jenny had proved to be a trooper.

"Trevor, you sound like you have a wonderful family. It must be nice to be surrounded by all of those people when you need them. I am sorry to hear about your sister-in-law. I am truly glad that they have gotten a second chance. Would you like to go into the living room for a little while?" Fiona grabbed her glass and motioned toward the cozy living room off the kitchen.

"I would love to. Thanks" Trevor followed her into the living room. It was simply decorated. A large comfortable sectional dominated most of the room. The coffee table contained assorted paperbacks, cookbooks and food magazines. Fiona took a seat toward the end of the couch. Trevor, wanting to be close to her, took the cushion right next to her. Fiona was very aware of how close he was, and took another sip of her wine to calm her nerves.

"So Fiona, I think that would make it your turn. Tell me about you." He made her feel really comfortable, so she did. She told him that she went to La Cordon Bleu and came to Boston to be an executive chef in a restaurant. She was originally from Rhode Island. After being a chef for a while, she offered to help cater a friend's wedding. She got rave reviews and it kind of spun off from there. She now was the majority owner Premier Catering. Trevor could tell by how animated she was that she really loved her job. Trevor enjoyed listening to her. Her voice was soft and smooth. She had a great laugh.

"So Fiona, I have been dying to ask. Are you wearing contacts or are your eyes really that color?"

Fiona laughed. "No, these are all mine. I am a genetic anomaly I suppose. They have a tendency to change color, but most time they are a shade of purple. I get asked that a lot."

"I am not surprised. It is very unusual. So, are there any other interview questions?" Trevor teased her.

"I think I will save them for another time."

"Will there be another time Fiona?" Trevor asked her, his tone moving toward serious.

"I don't know Trevor. Will there be another time? I suppose that is up to you." Fiona hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself.

"Fiona, if it was up to me this would be the first of many times. Why don't you think about that? I am going to get going. Thank you so much for dinner." Trevor moved off the sofa and headed to get his jacket.

"Wait!" Fiona called. "I have stuff for you to take home." Fiona reached into the fridge and pulled out the lasagna and the cheesecake.

"Fiona I can't take this. You keep them. After all, I already got one of the best meals I have ever eaten for free."

"Trevor, go ahead and take them. Bring them to the firehouse and share. They will go to waste here." She handed him the foil covered pan. As she went to add the box to it, he grabbed her hand and gently pulled her toward him. Bending to accommodate their height difference, he kissed her gently on the lips. Nibbling on her full upper lip, a sigh escaped her and it allowed him to gently slide his tongue into her mouth. Gently rubbing her tongue with his, he pressed his lips fully onto hers, sinking into the kiss.

Fiona felt like she was sliding into an abyss. One strong arm around her waist and those lips on hers, she couldn't help but sigh with pleasure. Then, when he deepened the kiss, she could feel the tingle in her lower body. When he pulled away, she didn't realize how much she had leaned into him until she practically had to catch herself from falling forward.

It had been a long time since he had such a physical reaction to a kiss. Fiona's soft curves pressed against the hard planes of his body and despite their height difference she fit him perfectly. When he broke the kiss, he immediately missed the contact.

"Thank you for dinner Fiona. I will call you tomorrow." He bent to kiss her again briefly and she followed him out. He gave her key to the new door and told her to lock up. Wishing her another good night he headed for the truck. After securing his leftovers, he got in and turned the key. Waving to her, he left the driveway and headed home. Fiona stood on the porch until his taillights disappeared. Sighing, she went to the kitchen to clean up the remainder of dinner. Deciding she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the television, she thought a hot bath was in order. Fiona started the bath and moved to undress. She wasn't surprised that her face was flushed. She was both embarrassed and aroused. Hopefully the bath would take her mind off of Trevor. Fat chance she thought as she slid into the bubbles.

Trevor knew in his gut that it would take some work, but he had to prove to Fiona that they should give each other a chance. That kiss almost knocked him off his feet. The sigh and the little whimper she made had set his libido on overdrive. It was going to be tough, but he was positive that she was meant for him. He had a plan. And he was going to start tomorrow.

Fiona woke on Sunday morning with absolutely nothing to do for once. Her bath had relaxed her and she had slept dreamlessly through the night. After showering and dressing in jeans and dark green thermal shirt, she decided to work on some recipes. Settling on the couch with a notebook and pencil, she had ten pretty good ideas worked out before lunch time. Her stomach let her know that the coffee she had for breakfast was no longer going to cut it and decided to get started on lunch. She had roasted a chicken Thursday night, so she decided to make chicken salad from the leftovers. As she set out what she needed, she heard her cell phone ringing in the other room. It couldn't be him. In her experience, tomorrow in guy time meant three days or even never. Her heart raced a little as she moved to pick up the phone. It was him.

"Hello there." His voice made her already racing heart skip a beat.

"Hello yourself. How are you?" Fiona tried to make her voice seem calm. Her mind on the other hand, went right to thinking about that kiss.

"I am good, but I am in a little bit of a bind. I was hoping you could help me."

"Of course! What do you need?"

"Well, I am technically on duty today. We haven't had any emergencies and since I live so close, I don't have to hang out at the station. But, I am on KP duty today and it is my turn to make lunch/dinner. I usually spring for pizza, but I thought it would be nice to whip up something for the guys. Since I am a culinary idiot, I was hoping you could help me out?" Trevor knew it was low, but he had to do what he had to do to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was to see Fiona again.

"I would love to! I have experience cooking for a crowd. What did you have in mind?" Fiona happily agreed. It would give her an excuse to see him again.

"I thought I would defer to you. It is fifteen guys with pretty big appetites. And they will eat just about anything, and trust me..they have. What would you make?"

"Chili." Fiona answered immediately.

"Chili would be perfect! We could make a whole bunch so everyone got some." Trevor couldn't believe how well this was working out.

"I could also bake some cornbread. We would need to go to the store to pick up a few things, but I think we could pull off a late lunch. Would you like me to meet you at the store?" Fiona was already mentally compiling a grocery list.

"If you wouldn't mind, how about you come pick me up?" Fiona agreed and he gave her directions to his house. Fiona said she would be there in ten minutes. After making sure she grabbed her cast iron skillet and large stockpot, she grabbed her jacket and purse and headed for the door. Driving to Trevor's house, she was sure she had made a mistake. The houses in this neighborhood were also Victorians. But the difference between these houses and her house were the prices. The homes in this neighborhood started at $400,000 and went up from there. But she had the address right, and turned into the circular drive. Trevor's house was incredible. It had a huge wraparound porch, three car garage and a wide expanse of lawn. It even had a small cupola on the right side of the house. He must have been looking out for her, because he bounded out of the house and got into the car. Leaning over, he kissed her gently on the lips.

"Hi. Thanks for coming to get me." Trevor buckled himself in and indicated he was ready to go.

"Um. This is your house?" Fiona couldn't believe he lived here.

"Yes, this is it." Trevor took a deep breath. This was always the test. The money test.

"This place is just beautiful. I can only imagine what it looks like inside."

"You don't have to imagine. When we are done, if you have time, I can give you a tour." And then the rest of the money test would happen.

"I would love to. I must say, your Victorian puts mine to shame." Fiona steered toward the grocery store.

"Fiona, a house is only a house. It is only truly a home when you get to share it with someone special." Trevor said it because he meant it. Sure his house was big, but it was just a house.

"I completely agree. A house is bought. A home is made."

"I am glad you think so. So, chili huh? Think I can handle it?" Trevor got out of the car and opened her door to help her out. She grabbed her cart and handed him her list.

"You are my sous chef, so make sure that we get everything on that list." Fiona smiled at him and tried to put a little steel in her voice.

"Yes ma'am. Lead the way!" Trevor couldn't believe he was going to have fun grocery shopping. But he did. He made sure they had everything on their list and as soon as the cart was full, they headed to the checkout. As soon as everything was rung up, he handed his debit card to the cashier. Loading the bags they went out to the car and stowed everything in the trunk. They made the short drive to the station and pulled into the lot. Some of the guys were outside checking the truck, so he rolled down the window and shouted to them.

"Hey guys, you wanna eat you better help with these bags. I am cooking, so I am not unloading."

The guys shouted a few choice words at him, but dutifully unloaded the groceries and out them in the kitchen. They all smiled at Fiona and Trevor decided to make the introductions.

"Guys, this is Fiona. She is here to make sure I don't poison you. "He chuckled as some of them followed his introductions with smart remarks.

"Thank goodness. When you pull KP, we fear for our lives. Hi Fiona, I am Bart. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello Bart. Are you a fan of chili?" Fiona started unloading the grocery sacks.

"Yes ma'am I am. I am actually a fan of food in general. Can we help you with anything?"

"Hey!" Trevor butted in. "You never offer to help me when I am cooking!"

"Trev, you don't look like her. Anything you need Fiona, you let me know." With a wink, Bart left the kitchen.

"I am going to have to beat him up." Trevor muttered under his breath and Fiona laughed.

"So, my sous chef, let's get to work." Fiona grabbed an apron and got to work on the cornbread. Trevor fetched ingredients for her, helped her measure and mix. She was really making sure that he had his hands in everything. As soon as the cornbread was in the oven, they got to work on the chili.

Trevor had a new appreciation for cooking..and for Fiona. She did everything so methodically and she seemed to enjoy herself immensely. He taught him to chop correctly, what spices to add and soon they had a huge pot of chili simmering on the stove. He was having such a good time he picked her up and kissed her right in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't know how long he was kissing her until he was interrupted.

"Ahem. We smell food." Jeremy poked his head into the kitchen.

"Nice timing guys. Ya, everything is done. Give the shout." Trevor set Fiona down. She was blushing furiously, but was smiling at him. She heard what sounded like a herd of elephants headed toward the kitchen. She barely made it out of the way before the army of firefighters came in and headed right for the food. They scooped out large bowls of chili and took slabs of cornbread over to the table. They dug in and started complimenting her immediately.

"O'Leary this is awesome. Your girlfriend makes a mean chili." Bart was buttering his cornbread and spooning chili at the same time.

"I am glad you like it. But I am not Trevor's girlfriend. I am just helping him out in the kitchen."

"So..you are available Fiona?" Bart's eyes gleamed as he looked at Trevor. Before Fiona could answer, Trevor moved to her side and spoke before she could answer him.

"Sorry Jones, Fiona is currently unavailable. Stick to your chili." Trevor bent down and planted a kiss on top of her head.

"Aww man, a good looking woman who can cook and you get her? Life isn't fair!"

"Live with it." Trevor smiled at him and pulled Fiona closer.

Fiona wasn't sure what to think. It was almost like Trevor had staked claim on her. She should be mad at his presumption, but oddly it made her feel all warm inside. He had basically told all of his friends that she was his girlfriend. It would be hard for him to explain that away. Fiona took off the apron and went to go find the restroom. She knew her face was flushed and she didn't know what to do. The guys didn't notice her retreat, too busy eating their lunch. Trevor noticed and followed her.

"I wasn't just saying that you know. I would never say something I didn't mean." He came up behind her in the hallway, his voice calm and serious.

"Trevor, it is too soon for you to know that you feel that way."

"You would like to think so Fiona, but I don't. I like being around you. I couldn't wait to see you again. I could have bought those guys pizza, and they would have been fine with it. Instead I used my KP duty as an excuse to get to spend more time with you." Trevor made sure he looked in her eyes as he said it. He couldn't think of any other way to show her he was serious, except finally let her know more about his life.

"Trevor, I am not quite sure what to do. I have never felt like this."

"Good. Neither have I. Considering we both have a history; I want things to be different with you. I would really like to take you back to the house and give you the tour. We can talk about going out somewhere this week. You won't have to cook, I promise." He grinned at her.

"We should go say goodbye to your friends"

"I suppose if we have to." Trevor grumbled.

"That's not very nice. Come on." She tugged his arm so he followed her into the kitchen. After destroying their meal, the guys were still in the kitchen arguing over the leftovers. They turned when Fiona and Trevor entered the kitchen.

"Gentleman, we are going to get going. I hope you enjoyed your lunch." Fiona went around the table and kissed each of them on the cheek. Trevor scowled.

"Yes ma'am we did. What would it take to convince you to cook for us when O'Leary has KP duty?" Bart looked at her with his best puppy dog eyes, signaling for everyone else to do the same. Fiona laughed.

"You guys are pathetic. We aren't spending our free time here. So get over it. Besides if you think the chili is good, you should taste her lasagna." Trevor grabbed Fiona and led her out of the kitchen, chuckling as he heard the guys trying to convince her to come back.

"That wasn't very nice!" She admonished him as they got into the car.

"All's fair. Besides, I wouldn't want you to get sick of making lasagna. My leftovers aren't going to last forever." He winked at her and reached to hold her hand on the drive home. As they pulled into his driveway, he noticed Fiona had gotten quiet and had a somber look on her face.

"What wrong, honey?" Fiona couldn't help but smile at the endearment.

"Well, your finances are none of my business but looking at this house I think you may be out of my league." She chuckled weakly, trying not to convey that it was exactly how she felt.

"You are wrong. On both counts. If we are going to be in a relationship, you are entitled to know just about everything about my life. And, if anyone is out of anyone's league, you are out of mine. Let's go inside." Trevor exited the car and waiting on the porch for Fiona to catch up.

He unlocked the door and ushered her into the entryway. He hung their jackets and led her into the first room off hallway. It was a very large living room. Fiona was impressed that despite its size, it looked cozy and comfortable. Books and pictures were scattered on the shelves. A large sofa and loveseat were in front of an obnoxious flat screen television. Two full DVD towers flanked the television. From the living room, she was led into the formal dining room. She laughed when she saw the empty china cabinet. He told her that it would be full soon. Before she could inquire about what he meant, he moved to the kitchen. Fiona was again impressed. The kitchen was outfitted nicely with a subzero and double wall ovens. The décor was cheery with yellow and white giving a lovely contrast to the cherry woodwork. He showed her the downstairs bathroom, the downstairs guest room. He brought her to the end of the hallway and Fiona gasped in delight. He had an antique spiral staircase!

"That is just beautiful!" Fiona reached out to feel the rugged, yet also delicate iron scrollwork. She climbed the stairs and found herself in the upstairs hallway. Trevor followed her up the stairs, showing her the master suite, heavily decorated in navy blue and darkly stained wood. There was an attached master bath with a deep Jacuzzi tub. He led her from room to room, and Fiona's delight with each room turned into nervousness. She was right. Trevor was way out of her league. Some months she struggled to pay her bills. She was very aware that he probably didn't have that issue. Trevor had noticed her withdrawal. She was barely touching him and seemed distant. He sighed. It was time to tell her.

"Fiona, you are an intelligent woman. I know you are probably thinking to yourself, how does he afford this on a civil servant salary?" Fiona nodded.

"Follow me, and I will show you." He took her hand gently and opened the last door in the hallway. It was the cupola room. He had lined it with a padded bench, and motioned for her to take a seat. He left the room and returned with what Fiona guessed was a photo album. It actually turned out to be a scrapbook. He handed it to Fiona and indicated she should take a look.

It was filled with clippings about something called the Phoenix Group. Apparently this group had invented a fire retardant spray that could be used on anything from cotton to rubber. It had revolutionized professional firefighting and the group that had invented it had sold the patent for a billion dollars. As Fiona flipped through the articles of accolades, she came to a clipping with a picture. There was Trevor smiling with three other people. The caption called them the Phoenix Group. Fiona gasped when the reality sank in. Trevor had money..a lot of it.

"So that's my story." Trevor took the scrapbook from her and was surprised when he looked in her eyes. There was no veil of greed. Her eyes shone with pride. His heart soared.

"Trevor! You parents must be so proud of you! You must be proud of you! That is so fantastic!" Fiona knew she was babbling, but she couldn't believe he had invented something so important.

"They are quite proud. It was fantastic when it happened. The money was nice too" He smirked. This was about the time Vicki was hooked, and at the time he had been too blind to see it.

"Money is money, but can you imagine how many lives you have saved! That must be such a great feeling!" Before Fiona could say anything more, he swept her into his lap and kissed her soundly.

"I am not complaining, but what was that for?"

"For being proud of me and not thinking about the money first. I must admit, it is difficult to tell people especially women. "

"I understand Trevor. But, I am glad you told me. I was feeling..well I am not sure what I was feeling" Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck and sweetly kissed his cheek.

"It can be overwhelming. But let's talk about something else. Tell me what you have going on this week?" He leaned back into the seat and took her with him. Fiona snuggled into his shoulder and gave a contented sigh.

"I have a dinner party that I need to prepare for on Thursday night and formal brunch on Sunday. That's it for this week."

"I am four on three off, so I actually have Thursday through Saturday off. Would you like to do dinner and dancing on Friday?" He ran his hand through her curly hair. He glimpsed out the window and noticed it started to snow. He was content to stay like this the whole night, but he knew she had to get home in case the snow picked up.

"Dinner and dancing would be lovely."

"Fiona, honey..as much as I would like to stay like this it has started to snow."

Fiona looked through the window and noticed that indeed it was starting to snow heavily. She knew she needed to head out before it got worse, but she was so happy where she was it was a struggle.

"I should get home. Thank you for sharing with me Trevor. It means a lot." Fiona moved off his lap and he got up from the bench. Taking her hand, he led her down the hallway and they climbed down the stairs. Leading her to the entryway, he bundled her into her jacket and bent to softly kiss her lips.

"Friday, at seven. Dinner and dancing. Call me when you get home, so I know you made it safely." He bent to kiss her again, gently nibbling on her upper lip. Fiona pressed herself closer to his muscular chest. She knew she should go, but she didn't want to leave his arms.

"Go on baby. Drive safely." He kissed her one more time and walked her to the car. He shut the door once she was in and watched her pull out of the drive. As soon her taillights disappeared, he headed into his empty house shaking off the snow. Twenty minutes later his cell phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi there. It's me. I made it home. Safe and sound." Fiona was in the kitchen, heating up a cup of hot chocolate. She took her time getting home, the snow had picked up and the temperature had dropped significantly.

"Good. I am glad you called Fiona. Have a good night. Drive carefully to work. I will call you tomorrow."

Fiona disconnected and took her hot chocolate into the living room. Watching the snow, she thought about what Trevor had told her. She couldn't believe it. He was a millionaire several times over. Despite the money, what appealed to her the most was the man himself. He was the perfect combination of tender and protective. He could be a pauper and Fiona knew she would still be drawn to him. He got past all of her defenses. She was scared, but at the same time elated. Fiona finished her cocoa and decided to go to bed early. With the dinner party on Thursday, she had plenty to do this week. Despite her schedule, she wished she could fast forward to Friday.

Trevor lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Fiona had reacted much differently than Vicki when he told her about his wealth. She had given him this look of pride that made his heart swell. And when she talked about the money being secondary to all the good he was doing, he knew he had made the right decision telling her. He was very much looking forward to Friday. If he could, he would work out a way to see her before then. Friday was too far away.

Fiona woke up earlier than usual on Monday. She knew she would have to shovel the drive if the snow had accumulated overnight. She had parked the car in the garage, so that saved her from having to clean it off. She peered out the bedroom window and wasn't surprised to see about four inches of snow on the ground. But what shocked her was that her driveway was completely cleared. She ran downstairs and out onto the porch. Someone had cleared her driveway and walkway. There was also sand and salt covering both surfaces, melting the ice. Fiona couldn't fathom who could have done this and how she wouldn't have heard them. It was 6:30am, so whoever did this must have done it very early probably while she was still asleep. Fiona went back inside and put on some coffee. As she sat, waiting for it to brew, she decided to check her cellphone. She had a voicemail.

"Hello baby. It's me. I just wanted to let you know, I asked a friend of mine to take care of your driveway and sidewalk before you went to work. It was icy out and I didn't want you to fall. I hope you have a good day. Call me later." Fiona noted the time on the voicemail was 5am. Before she could think about it, she called him back.

"Hello."

"You didn't have to do that Trevor, but thank you." Fiona gathered her things to get ready to head to work.

"Of course I did. I couldn't have you slipping and falling in your driveway. I wouldn't want to see you seriously hurt. Besides, I am not sure I can compete with an EMT." He didn't want her mad at him, so he tried to lighten the mood.

"Oh Trevor, trust me. There is no one that can compete with you. It was very thoughtful. Thank you again. I know you are at work, so I will let you go."

"I am glad you called. Drive safe Fiona. It is still a little slick out there. If you find time, call me at lunch."

"Trevor, I wouldn't want to bother you at work." Fiona grabbed her car keys and headed for the garage.

"Fiona, wives and girlfriends call the station all the time looking for the guys, especially if they can't reach them by cell. If I don't answer, one of the guys will come get me. You wouldn't be bothering me, so get that thought out of your head."

"Okay. I will call you around lunchtime then. Have a good day, stay safe." Fiona hung up the phone and couldn't help but replay the call in her mind. Trevor had told her that wives and girlfriends called the station looking for their significant others. He made it seem that she had every right to do so, he almost expected it. Did he consider her his girlfriend? Fiona couldn't help but think about it as she drove. He had done for her what a boyfriend would do for a girlfriend. Making sure she called him to assure her safe arrival at home, having someone clear her driveway were all things that a guy would do for his girl. Fiona wasn't sure if she was reading the situation right, but it sure made her feel special nonetheless.

Fiona had a busy morning. After a meeting with her staff about the dinner party on Thursday night, she was satisfied the menu was set. Her wait staff had been briefed on the attire that would be required. She was proud of the staff that she had. They were some of the best in the business, so when one her bakers knocked on her door a little before noon with a panicked look on her face, Fiona was a little worried.

"Fi, we have a little problem." Janelle, the head baker poked her head into Fiona's office. She looked a little stressed. Fiona motioned for her to have a seat.

"Janelle, what's the problem? I am sure we can figure it out."

"Well, we have all of the pastry trays completed for the Miner wedding shower. I just finished putting the finishing touches on them this morning. I was wrapping them when Janet Miner called. They only need half of what they ordered. It turns out that a significant portion of her fiancé's family came down with food poisoning. We made 25 trays...they only need 12. What are we going to do with all of them?" Janelle was wringing her hands. There was no way thirteen trays of desserts were going to make it until Thursday when they could have possibly used them for the dinner party.

"Well. What else did Janet say?"

"She said she understands that she paid for 25. She doesn't want a refund, but she also doesn't want us to deliver the rest. I can't blame her. What would she do with so many leftover desserts?" Janelle had no idea what to do with them herself. She was waiting to deliver them to have more room in the fridge. It was full to bursting now.

"I have an idea. Load the extra trays into the van and have Simon deliver them to the fire station on 6th street. They definitely won't go to waste there." Fiona smiled when she thought of Trevor and his aforementioned sweet tooth.

"Good idea boss. Should he ask for someone?"

"Tell him to ask for Trevor O'Leary."

"Will do. Now I have to ask..who is Trevor O'Leary?" Janelle's worry was now replaced with curiosity.

"Well, I am kind of dating him I guess. He is a firefighter." Fiona giggled at the look on Janelle's face.

"You have a boyfriend! A firefighter boyfriend!" Janelle couldn't help but be enthusiastic. Her boss was one of the nicest people she knew and it made her happy to know she had found someone.

"Well..he is not actually my boyfriend. We are just dating. We will see what happens. Now go load up. Stick our business card in one of the trays, so they know where they came from."

Janelle left the office to load up the van. Fiona checked emails and looked over invoices. She was worried about a shrimp delivery for the brunch on Sunday, so she made some phone calls and confirmed that everything would be here Saturday. As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang.

"Premier Catering, Fiona Martin speaking. How may I help you?"

"Do not ever send anything like this to my work again."

"Trevor! Oh no! I didn't mean to make you mad. I just thought it would be nice to send you and the guys something sweet." Fiona felt her stomach clench. He sounded mad.

"Fiona. Honey. You don't get it. I am now going to have to fight these guys for you. Jeremy is half in love with you. Bart wants to propose marriage. I am going to have to beat the crap out of the whole crew for wanting to take my girl away from me. On top of that, I almost had to cuff someone to get an éclair. Food comes from my girlfriend..and I have to wrestle for it!" Trevor sounded disgruntled.

Fiona couldn't help but laugh. His voice made her imagine he was pouting on the other end of the line. "Well I am glad they enjoyed them. Tell Bart that I am taken, but flattered by his offer. And I think I may be a little too old for Jeremy. As for the éclair, I will make a dozen just for you."

"You are not flattered by Bart's offer. He just wants you for your cooking. And he wants to piss me off. Fiona, this was really thoughtful of you. Were you thinking about me, because I have been thinking about you?" Trevor settled onto the couch at the station, glad to hear her voice.

"Of course I have been thinking about you. I don't think I have stopped. I am just not sure what I should be thinking. Is it too soon to be asking what is going on between us?" Fiona held her breath waiting for his answer.

"Apparently, it isn't as obvious as I thought. Fiona, we are in a relationship. You are my girlfriend. I don't have eyes for anyone but you and despite my fierce competition, I hope that I am the only man in your life."

"I am sorry Trevor, you must think I am silly but I really needed to have it spelled out for me. You don't have any competition. It's you and only you. I am really looking forward to Friday." Fiona sighed. Friday was so far away.

"Fiona, don't be sorry. I know I can be a bit daft, and maybe I wasn't doing a good job showing you. I will keep that in mind from now on. And I am looking forward to Friday too. But, after this kind of present do you really think that you can get away with me not stopping by your house tonight to properly thank you?" Trevor's voice took on a husky quality that made Fiona shiver.

"I would love if you stopped by tonight. I should be home around 6pm. Would you like me to throw something together for dinner?"

"If you want to. I will leave that up to you. If you don't, we can always order out. I better get going; I think there is a fight over a cookie. I might need to step in. I will see you tonight baby." And with that they disconnected.

Fiona had a boyfriend! A smart and sexy boyfriend. She was on cloud nine. The rest of her day seemed to fly by. As she headed home, she decided to make beef stew and buttermilk biscuits. She ran quickly into the house, changing into jeans and a black tee shirt. Throwing her hair up, she put the stew together in record time. She was working on the biscuits when Trevor came through the front door. Unconsciously, she reached up to move a stray hair out of the way and in the meantime got flour all over her cheek.

"Fiona, baby. Where are you?" Trevor stopped to hang up his jacket.

"In the kitchen!" Fiona called out.

Trevor walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he was greeted with a sight that gave him a warm feeling in his gut. His little Fiona was buzzing around the kitchen, hair piled on her head, and flour streaked her cheek. She was making them dinner. It was everything he had wished it would be. The kitchen was warm and inviting and she was here waiting for him. He knew what his Dad meant now when he said that he would know it when he felt it. And he definitely felt it now.

Fiona looked at Trevor. He was just standing there watching her, with a smile on his face. She went to the fridge and got him a bottle of Guinness. Walking toward him, she handed it to him and stretched to press a kiss to his lips. Wrapping his free hand around the back of her head, he deepened the kiss and growled when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"How was the rest of your day?" She withdrew and went over to continue working on the biscuits.

Trevor sipped his Guinness. "It was fine baby, how was yours?"

"Busy, but good." Fiona slid the biscuits in the oven. She turned to wipe her hands on a towel and went to stir the stew. Trevor slid off the stool and moved behind her. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest, he peered over her head and into the pot.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he nuzzled her neck.

"Beef stew." Fiona leaned back against him as she continued to nuzzle her neck. She felt a tingling deep in her core and when he started to gently nibble, she thought her knees would give out.

"You are going to spoil me woman, but I am definitely not complaining." Trevor turned her in his arms and began to thoroughly kiss her. Fiona opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in and rub against the roof of her mouth. Fiona made a slight whimpering sound and pulled him closer. He increased the pressure of his kiss. A moan rumbled from his chest as he felt her hands slide through his hair. His arousal pressed against her belly and unconsciously Fiona rubbed against it. Trevor knew if they didn't stop now, he would take her right here in the kitchen. He reluctantly tore his mouth from hers.

"Honey, if we keep going our dinner is going to burn."

Fiona laughed and moved away from him. She was lucky she did, because her biscuits were done. Taking them out of the oven, she put them in a basket on the island with some butter. Trevor took his seat at the island and watched her ladle beef stew into bowls. Trevor reached for a warm biscuit and slathered it with butter. He took a bite and sighed with pleasure.

"There is no way Bart is going to marry you, because I am. This is heavenly Fiona." He demolished the rest of the biscuit and watched her as his words sank in. She set his bowl in front of him, her hand trembling slightly.

"I guess if you enjoy home cooking, I would be quite the catch." Fiona laughed nervously.

"Lady, it's not just the cooking. Trust me. It's a nice bonus, but is only a part of the entire package." Trevor started eating his stew. Fiona also picked up her spoon, but the butterflies in her stomach made it impossible to eat.

"You don't think about things like that Fiona? Marriage, babies, coming home every night to someone you love?" Trevor tried to remain calm as he continued to eat. It would break his heart if she didn't want the same things he did. Despite what people thought, not every woman wanted to get married and have kids.

"Of course I do. I have always wanted to get married, share a home with the man I loved. I would also like children. I have always wanted to own a bed and breakfast. It is a great business to have when you want to have a family. I have thought of it more times than you know." Fiona took a cautious bite of her stew.

"Good. I am glad we are on the same page. I want nothing more than to come home to a loving wife, to be able to share stories about our day. Eventually, a house full of kids to tire us out so we fall into bed with each other to do it all again the next day." Trevor finished his stew and moved to put his bowl in the sink. He sat in the stool next to her and took her hand. She turned to look at him and without a doubt, believed everything he was saying.

"So, what would you like to do on Friday? I was thinking dinner, then going to a nightclub for some dancing." Trevor was rubbing her hand, noticing the bruise had faded on her thumb.

"That sounds great. I haven't gone to a club in a while; I hope I have something to wear."

"I am sure whatever you have will cause me stress." Trevor bent to kiss her fingers.

"I am not sure what you mean?" Fiona was confused.

"No matter what you wear, you will look hot. I will be stressed out about all the guys who will try to steal you away from me. I already have to deal with it at work..." He smiled at her.

"You don't have a thing to worry about. Now, I am officially kicking you out." Fiona giggled at his wounded look. "I know you were up very early this morning, and you have to work tomorrow. Take some of this stew home for lunch." Fiona moved to put some of the stew in a take home container.

"I am not tired." Trevor yawned and completely contradicted his statement.

"Uh huh. Go on honey. Go on home. Call me tomorrow?" She handed him the container and led him toward the door.

"You might be busy so you call me when you aren't. And you called me honey." He looked at her and grinned.

"Yes I did." She stood on her toes to kiss him goodbye. It was all too brief for Trevor. She pulled away before he could convince her he needed to stay longer.

"I will talk to you tomorrow a ghra." She watched him as he got in the truck and drove away.

Fiona cleaned up dinner and decided to head up to bed. She was surprised at the disappointment she felt. She wished she wasn't going alone. She never wanted a man so badly. After entering her room, she decided to go to her closet. Her wardrobe wasn't massive, but she found a dress that would be perfect to wear out on Friday. It was a short, strapless deep purple cocktail dress. It had an empire waist, so it made her look taller than she actually was. The very top of the bodice, along the neckline, was studded with small crystals. She decided she would wear her silver high heeled sandals. Fiona dressed for bed and thought about how she would wear her hair. Before she knew it, she was asleep and dreaming of dancing with Trevor.

Trevor woke up early on Tuesday. He slept restlessly and finally just decided to give up. After brewing a pot of coffee he sat down to eat a bowl of cereal. As he sat there, he knew he was in love with Fiona. He thought about her when they were apart and cherished the time they had together. He didn't know exactly when it happened, but he had never been so sure. Without even considering the time, he dialed his parents at home. "Hello."

"Hi Dad. It's Trevor"

"Mo muhc, you are calling early. Is something wrong?" Michael had just sat down with his first cup of coffee.

"I am in love with Fiona."

"Aye Trevor. I knew it would be so. The moment I set eyes on the lass, I knew she was meant for you. Have you told her yet?"

"Not yet. I think I just realized it myself. I am scared Dad. I actually told her about the money, and she didn't seem to care. She was actually proud of me." Trevor finished his coffee and paced around his kitchen.

"That's how it happens mo muhc. One day you are thinking you are going along fine, and then bam the woman has your heart. I am happy for you son. You should tell her soon. Woman need to hear these things. Speaking of women, your Ma just walked in. A chumann, Trevor is on the line." Michael handed the phone to Mary.

"Mo chuisle, is something wrong?" Mary's voice had a thread of alarm.

"No Ma. I am in love with Fiona."

"I am glad to hear it lad, it's about time. I liked her the moment I saw her. Tell her soon son. She isn't like the others. She will love you back. I am your mother, I know this."

"I hope you are right Ma. I better go. Sorry to call so early. Is tu mo ghra."

"We love you too son."

Trevor got ready to go to work. As he pulled into the station, they were called out onto an emergency. There was a three car accident on the interstate, and one of the cars was on fire. He was grateful that everyone was safe. They got back to the station just after lunch and he was lying on the couch, coming down from the adrenaline rush when he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"6th Street, this is Jones"

"Hi Bart, this is Fiona. Is Trevor busy?" Fiona decided to wait until after lunch to call.

"Fiona my lovely! You should seriously consider my proposal. I am quite a catch, much better than O'Leary." She could imagine his wicked smile as he flirted with her.

"Bart, as tempting as that sounds I am afraid my heart belongs to Trevor."

"Damn. All right. But let me know if you change your mind. O'Leary! Your girl is on the phone!" Bart yelled and Fiona heard him set the phone down on something. After a few minutes, she heard it being picked up.

"Hello a ghra. Did that ass propose to you again?"

"Hi Trevor. Yes he did. I had to tell him that my heart was yours alone. What does a ghra mean?

"It means my love in Gaelic."

"It's beautiful, especially the way you say it. You will have to teach me some Gaelic. You sound tired honey." Fiona thought she heard him yawning.

"I would love to teach you some Gaelic. I am a bit tired, we had an emergency earlier. I came back and crashed on the couch."

"Are you okay?" Fiona tried not to sound panicky. "I am sorry I woke you up."

"I am fine baby, just a car accident. And you can wake me up anytime Fiona." His voice took on that husky tone that made Fiona shiver.

"Well you go back to your nap. I will see you on Friday."

"Yes ma'am. I am looking forward to it. I will call you tonight. Bye a ghra" Fiona hung up the phone and sighed. She was falling in love with him and could do nothing to stop herself. She could only hope he felt the same way.

The rest of the week flew by for both of them. The dinner party on Thursday went off without a hitch. The clients were extremely satisfied, and even booked another party. Fiona decided to give her staff Friday afternoon off. After the post party meeting in the office Friday morning, she bid them all a good afternoon. Fiona took the early day as a chance to go home and get ready for tonight. She took a long soak in the tub, using a deep conditioner on her curly hair. As soon as she got out of the tub she applied lotion and decided to do a French manicure on her nails and toenails. Putting some product in her hair, she sat on the bed and started her nails. She was pretty impressed with her handiwork and as soon as it dried she went to her lingerie drawer. Fiona had a little bit of a weakness for nice lingerie. She hadn't bought some in a while, but she had a decent collection. She needed a strapless bra for her dress, so she picked out a sexy lace black one. She also picked out the matching lace bikini panties. After putting on her undergarments, she slipped into the dress. Walking into the bathroom, she twisted and pinned her hair into a pile of curls that rested at the middle of her head. She secured it further with a few crystal pins. After adding a pair of small diamond earrings and solitaire pendant all that was left was her shoes. She went to closet to grab them when she heard Trevor come in. Shoes in hand, she went down the stairs to meet him. Trevor saw her and swore he stopped breathing. She was gorgeous. Her beautiful auburn curls were twisted up, allowing her slender neck to show. Her strapless dress enhanced her breasts and the color made her eyes stand out even more. He had to collect himself before he could speak.

"God baby, you look beautiful." Fiona beamed at the compliment. She looked him over and couldn't believe this gorgeous man was hers. He was dressed in black slacks and dress shoes. He topped it off with a light blue dress shirt and yellow and blue striped tie. He held out his hand to her and when she took it, he pulled her to him roughly.

"I am a very lucky man." He used his hands to frame her face and kissed her.

"And I am a lucky woman." She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Shall we go a ghra?"

"Just let me put my shoes on." Fiona bent to strap on her sandals, giving him a glimpse of her smooth leg and her cute painted toes. Trevor felt his pants getting snug. Fiona went to the closet to get a shawl and pronounced she was ready to go. He took her arm and led her out to the car.

"What happened to the truck?" Fiona found a shiny black Lexus parked in the driveway.

"Baby, you look way too hot to be traveling in the truck. I don't usually drive this in the winter, but I think the weather will be fine. Climb in." He opened the door and Fiona sank into the leather seat. Trevor got in and headed for downtown Boston. He kept sneaking peeks at her while he was driving. She was glowing with excitement and it was everything he could do to not tell her he loved her right now.

They pulled up to an Italian restaurant. The valet rushed to help Fiona out of the car, giving her an appreciative once over that he quickly masked when Trevor glared at him. Leading Fiona into the restaurant, they were seated at a quiet table in the corner. Fiona was amazed they didn't have to wait. After all, it was a Friday night.

"I know what you are thinking. I called ahead. Plus, money works wonders." He grinned at her and reached for her hand.

"That was sweet of you. So what did you do today?"

"I spent the entire day thinking about you and counting the hours. How did your dinner party go last night?"

Fiona was pleased that he remembered. "It went well; they actually booked another party with us."

The waiter approached them and asked if they were ready to order. They were. The both decided to skip appetizers. Fiona ordered the lobster ravioli and laughed when Trevor ordered the lasagna.

"I am glad to hear it honey. Maybe I can convince you to cater my parent's anniversary party."

"No need to convince me. I would love to help." Fiona sipped her water and he rubbed his hands over hers. Fiona couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like on her body. She warmed at the thought.

"I thought we could go to a jazz club after this. Does that sound okay?"

"That sounds great. Look our dinner is here." Trevor moved his hands from Fiona's to allow the waiter to set down their meals. Fiona took a bite of her ravioli and declared it delicious. Trevor sampled his lasagna and declared that he had tasted much better and winked at her. They finished their meal, talking about work and his family. Fiona pushed her plate away, she couldn't eat another bite. She noticed Trevor hadn't finished either. They both had other things on their mind. He asked for the check and left the waiter a large tip. Waiting for the valet, he stood behind her wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled against his chest and pressed her legs to his. He wanted to take her home and bring her straight to bed, but he also wanted to get her into his arms on the dance floor.

They got into the car and headed to the club. He parked in the lot and escorted her to the door. Trevor paid the cover charge and they walked into the dimly lit club. The band was playing something upbeat, so they decided to get a table and have a drink. Trevor noticed a few of the guys checking Fiona out, but the only man she was looking at was him. She sipped her wine while he nursed a beer. After a few more upbeat tunes, the soulful sound of "At Last" by Etta James came on. Trevor held out his hand to Fiona and led her to the dance floor. Wrapping his arms around her, he started to move to the music. She moved her arms to wrap around his neck and laid her head on his chest. She could feel his heart beating and it matched her own. His hands tightened on her waist and drew her hips to press against his. Etta sang about her lonely days being gone and Trevor knew it was time.

"A ghra, you said you wanted me to teach you some Gaelic?" He bent down to whisper in her ear. Fiona raised her head to look at him and smiled.

"Yes, I would very much like that. You want to teach me something now?"

"Very much. Here it is. Is tu mo ghra Fiona." Trevor looked into those violet eyes and knew he meant every word.

"That is beautiful. What does it mean?"

"It means I love you Fiona." Trevor smiled at her look of shock. He got a little nervous when she didn't say anything. It was the longest minute of his life.

"Oh..Trevor. I won't do it justice in Gaelic so I will say it in English. I love you too." Fiona pulled his head down to hers and kissed him deeply. Trevor sighed with relief and lifted her off the floor and tighter to him.

"Baby, I know I promised you a night out. But could we go home?" Trevor set her back down on the floor.

"Of course we can. Let's go." Fiona took his hand and led him off the floor. She put on her shawl and they walked out to the car hand in hand.

They headed back to his house in silence. The air in the car was charged with emotion and sexual tension. Trevor figured he had been fighting an erection since he saw her come down the stairs. It got even worse when her hips pressed to his on the dance floor. He didn't think they could get home fast enough for him.

Fiona was trying to remain calm. She hadn't had sex for a while, she was afraid she might not be able to please Trevor. She fidgeted in her seat and looked over at him. He smiled at her and raised her hand to his lips. They pulled into the drive and he yanked her over the seat and practically onto his lap. He pressed his lips to her, delving into her mouth with his tongue. He ran his hands up and down her back, desperate to pull her closer.

"Love, we need to get out of this car and into the house." He went around and lifted her out of the car. He carried her up the porch and into the house. Without pause, he carried her straight up the spiral staircase and into his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his body hovering over her. She looked so soft and sexy. She was all his.

"Fiona. Are you all right?" Her eyes were closed.

"Yes Trevor, I am fine. I love you." She reached up to pull his head to hers.

"I love you too baby. Stay the night with me." He turned his head to nibble on her earlobe, sending a shock straight down her spine.

"Yes.." Fiona was cut off by his lips, he tongue pressing through them to gently invade her mouth. He moved to her side, allowing his hands to run up and down her body. He was mesmerized by her curves and wanted to get this dress off of her so he could drink her in. Fiona could sense his impatience. She moved off the bed and slipped her dress off. Trevor's mouth went dry. She was wearing a matching black lace bra and panties. Her breasts threatened to spill over the top of the bra and Trevor knew he had to put his hands on her. He undressed to his boxer briefs, tossing his clothes on the floor.

Fiona watched him undress, noticing the erection in his boxers. Fiona stood at the side of the bed, and removed her bra and panties. Trevor couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her on top of him and ran his hands over her body. He made his way down to her ass, where he squeezed what he admired so much before. Fiona moved on top of him causing his erection to press into the juncture between her thighs. She moved off of him and grabbed the waistband of his last remaining shred of clothing. She pulled them down his legs, watching his eyes go wide. His manhood was fully erect and he let out a loud moan when she wrapped her small hand around it. Moving her hand up and down slowly, she watched his eyes glaze over in pleasure. He reached down and undid her hair, allowing her riot of curls to cascade down and brush the top of his thighs. She leaned down and gently licked the head of his member and his breath caught. He sank his hands into her hair as she proceeded to move up and down his shaft with her tongue.

Trevor looked down at his shaft disappearing into Fiona's mouth and figured he could die from pleasure right now. She stroked and sucked him until he knew he had to make her stop, or it would end too soon. He put his hand on her cheek and raised her head to look at him. He pulled her up his body and kissed her.

"Fiona, that was amazing but I had to stop you. It felt so good that I was worried it would be over before we started" He rolled her over and gently kissed his way down her neck. Fiona was trembling and he smiled. He kissed his way to the top of her breast, chuckling when she threaded her hand through his hair trying to direct him toward her nipple. He wouldn't be rushed. He kissed around the crown of her breast. When he knew she couldn't take anymore, he gently sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Fiona moaned. His mouth was so hot. She didn't think her nipple could get any harder, until he gently bit on it. Fiona writhed in pleasure and she felt him smile against her breast. Trevor hadn't even gotten started yet. He moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Fiona was heady with the sensations his mouth was providing. Before she realized it, he was moving down her torso.

Trevor moved down Fiona's flat stomach to rim her navel with his tongue. At the same time, he ran his hands up her smooth thighs and found her center. Slipping his finger between her folds, he found her hot and wet. She was ready for him. It caused a surge of blood to his almost painful erection. But before he could think about burying himself inside her, he wanted to taste her first. Trevor moved down to kiss the inside of her thighs and Fiona couldn't stop herself from moaning his name.

"Trevor..."

"Yes my love?" He smiled up at her from between her legs.

"Please.." Fiona pleaded with him She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him on top of her.

"Soon a ghra, very soon." And gently bent his head to kiss her feminine folds. Fiona gasped and gripped the sheets as Trevor pleasured her with his mouth. Using his hands, he parted her, slipping his tongue deep into her core. She was quivering beneath him. He moved his tongue up and down, swirling and sucking. When he nibbled on her, Fiona's orgasm swept her under. Gripping his head, she rode the wave of pleasure. Before she could come down, Trevor moved on top of her and sank into her. He groaned when he felt her muscles contract around him and it took all he had not to come right then. He withdrew and pressed into her again. Angling his thrusts to rub against her most sensitive areas, he pulled her to him and continued to move inside of her.

Fiona was close to another orgasm. As if he sensed it, Trevor deepened his penetration, moving faster. He felt Fiona's orgasm and with one last deep thrust, he released inside her. Gathering her to him, he moved to his side so he wouldn't crush her. Fiona snuggled against him, her heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. Trevor kissed the top of her head, resting his hand on her hip.

"That was wonderful." Fiona's voice was husky with passion.

"Yes it was. I love you so very much Fiona. I can never tell you how much...there are no words." He reached to cover them both with a blanket and brought her even closer to him.

"I know how much Trevor, because that is how much I love you." Fiona stroked her hand over his chest. His warmth and the aftermath of their loving were making her sleepy.

"Go to sleep baby. I am right here."

"I love you Trevor."

"I love you too. You are my Fioghra."

"You will have to tell me what that means at breakfast." Fiona smiled sleepily.

"There is a lot more Gaelic I want to teach you." Trevor needed a brief Gaelic refresher from his parents. After all, asking Fiona to marry him in English wouldn't help her learn Gaelic. He smiled to himself and fell asleep, his arms around the woman he loved. He couldn't remember anything being so right.

I am thinking of possibly expanding on Trevor and Fiona's story. Let me know what you think!