Bridget creases her mouth but ends up chuckling.
“Happy now?” she asks, standing on tippy-toes as I lean down so she can congratulate me with a peck on the cheek.
“I am,” I tell her.
I truly am.
The luckiest, the happiest. The most contented ex-fireman that ever was.
“I’m happy you fell for me the way you did, Bridget,” I explain, and she’s quick to reply.
“I only fell for the fireman because he promised me he’d catch me. Promised me it was a forever deal,” she whispers.
“It still is,” I tell her, kissing her again.
“Fireman’s promise.”
