Her eyes were green lights panting "Go, go, go!" as she beheld the manly man standing outside her window after his Porsche 911 ran a red light and plowed into her Geo Storm. As scorching blood steamed and streamed from a literal crevice in her forehead, Cat Mann knew Gunn Adhamh Glendonwyn was her soul mate by the way his wound matched her own.
Gunn tore off her door in a nanosecond, pulling her from the fiery wreckage.
Cat Mann melted into Gunn's arms--literally--as flames licked her clothes, giving her nasty, festering, oozing second- and third-degree burns on over thirty-four percent of her sexy body. Their smoke-ravaged eyes locked, their sooty tongues did the tango as if they were dancing in a smoke-filled bar in Brooklyn, and their lips tasted like burnt microwave popcorn and exploded airbag residue.
It was love at first fiery Geo Storm explosion.
Then Cat collapsed like a fainting goat, the kind they show on YouTube and those amazing video shows, and although it doesn't seem to hurt the goats, it sure as crap looks as if it does because they hit the ground hard. And that's funny and we bust a gut laughing when we shouldn't because the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals would let vultures eat our livers for eternity if it could.
That's how Cat collapsed.
Despite Gunn's copious blood loss, he was able to carry Cat 3,434 feet to safety and a waiting ambulance, the teenaged, pimple-faced volunteer EMT's too chicken to park near the blazing Geo Storm for fear of actually doing their unpaid jobs and becoming unpaid heroes.
"My hero," Cat whispered as she passed out colder than the iceberg that sank the Titanic.
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