Igniting Temptation

Igniting

Temptation

By

Sydney Canyon

Igniting Temptation © 2013 Sydney Canyon

Triplicity Publishing, LLC

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without permission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition – 2013

Cover Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC

Interior Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC

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Acknowledgements

Special thanks to Lee Fitzsimmons for all of her hard work fixing my mistakes. I would also like to thank C.J. for catching the little things that seem to slip past everyone else.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the special people in my life that motivate me every single day.

Chapter 1

Mac finished suturing the eyebrow of her six year old patient. Brushing his sandy colored hair back with her palm, she applied a small Sponge Bob bandage over the tiny blue threads above his right eye.

There you go, Scottie, all fixed up. Try not to jump anymore ramps with your bike. Okay?

Yes, ma'am, The young boy answered back with a lisp.

Thank you, Doctor, his Mom said before escorting the boy out of the emergency room.

Dr. Mackenzie Trotter walked out of the exam room yawning. She was five foot six with an athletic, slender build, lightly tanned skin, short blond hair, and astonishing green eyes. She was also the Head of Pediatrics at Hilton Head Medical Center, in Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. Everyone in the hospital knew her. She was beautiful, vibrant, highly intelligent, and a workaholic.

Mac, what are you doing working down here tonight? A short, black man in pale green scrubs spoke as he handed her a cup of coffee.

Hey, Lyle. It's slow in Pediatrics tonight, so I thought I'd help out in the ER for a bit. Thanks for the coffee. I was just about to come get some myself.

I see. Is Loren out of town again? he asked.

Yeah. How'd you know? she grimaced.

Because you're heading into your eighteenth hour on shift. You're killing yourself working like this. But, it's none of my business.

Thanks. She smiled and made a rational decision to finally go home.

Mac parked her dark blue Mini Cooper in the empty parking spot next to the black BMW. She grabbed her backpack and briefcase and head up the stairs to her condo. She tossed everything aside as she walked through the door. A tan and white Chihuahua came running towards her from around the corner.

Hey, Stimpy! She bent down and picked up the little girl who couldn't wait to lick her Mom's face.

You're home early. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow, Mac said with a touch of surprise as she made her way to the kitchen holding the small dog. An olive skinned woman with long, straight, black hair was standing at the kitchen counter. She was similar to Mac in build and height, but appeared to be a little bit older, definitely closer to forty.

Why? Does it bother you? Were you expecting someone else? The woman said dryly.

No, Loren. My God, do you really think I have someone waiting in the wings for me every time you go out of town on business? At this rate I wish I did, hell I'd probably see her more than I see you. Mac ran a hand through her hair and swung open the refrigerator. She grabbed a cold beer and set Stimpy on the floor as she went to change out of her scrubs and take a hot shower. Stimpy followed her and curled up on the rug by the sink. What an asshole. Welcome home Cruella! Hope you missed me while you were in hell. Sorry they sent you back!

Halfway through her shower the glass door opened behind Mac.

I'm sorry baby. I had a long week and I'm glad your home. I know you must've been working double and triple shifts at the hospital while I was gone. I know you're tired.

Yes, you know I work a lot while you're away. But, I really don't need you jumping down my throat constantly, Loren. You're the one that is gone two weeks out of the month. At least, I try to work my hospital rounds away from our time together.

Loren went to butt in and Mac cut her off. Look, I really don't want to fight with you. I haven't seen you in a couple weeks and I miss you.

Good, I miss you too. Loren quickly took off her clothes and helped Mac finish the rest of her shower, making sure to wash all of her parts.

The next morning Mac was standing at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth when Loren was leaving for work.

Hey Loren, make sure...you...vote today, don't…forget. Can you…feed…Stimpy for me? Mac said between brushes.

I know. I'm going to do it on my way to the office. Come on, Stimpy. I don't have all day, Loren said snagging a quick kiss before headed out the door. The little dog hesitated before following slowly. Mac could swear she saw the dog roll her eyes.

~

Morning, Neil, ready for the voters to take over? I saw the line starting to form at six this morning, Captain Smith said. He was a balding man, in his late forties with a thin mustache.

I could care less as long as they don't touch anything. I worked all day yesterday cleaning this place. If nothing else we can people watch today. I have five dollars that says we won't get a call until eleven o'clock this morning, A short, athletic looking, young woman with shoulder length, naturally curly black hair pulled back in a pony tail and piercing blue eyes answered him. She was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal and a banana. She quickly downed the glass of chocolate milk in front of her.

Really, that late, huh. Okay, you're on, he said shaking her hand.

Wait, wait, I want in on this bet, a young guy said as he walked into the room.

Harris, you're too late my son, we already shook. Go bet with Brown, I'm sure you can sucker him out of five dollars.

Damn it Neil, you two always get away with it before anyone can join in.

Seniority baby, seniority, she said. They all laughed.

It's all good. Keep eating your Wheaties, Neil. You'll need them since you're on the hose today, Harris said.

The hell I am. Since when do you tell me what to do rookie? And they're not Wheaties thank you very much. You should try them, you might actually grow some…never mind, I might crucify your virgin ears, baby boy! she said sarcastically.

Ha, Neil, you're too fucking funny! A voice was heard in the distance as a young guy named, Thomas Brown, snuck into the kitchen grabbing a banana from the stalk and a glass of orange juice. He and Daniel Harris were both very young and rookies in the department.

Can't we all get along? Smith and Neil laughed together.

Hey look guys, here comes another wave of voters. Woohoo!! Brown and Harris slid down the pole next to the fire truck and ambulance trying to impress the voter ladies.

Neil and Smith shook their heads as they walked down the stairs to make sure the truck was stocked and ready to go. The four of them always rode on the fire truck together and Lawson and Vincent, who were already down stairs rode on the ambulance on their shift. Eleven more fire fighters and EMT's worked out of the same station on a three days on and two days off rotation schedule.

~

Mac parked her Mini Cooper on the edge of the road behind all of the other voters and walked towards the Hilton Head Island Airport Fire Station. How the hell does a fire station become a voting precinct? No wonder this government is so ass backwards. She thought stopping inside the bay out of the sun and in a line of at least twenty people. She was about thirty minutes behind Loren. She had already come and gone.

She noticed all of the fire fighters and EMT's were in a group staring at the people in line waiting to vote. The only female in the group seemed to be looking directly at her so Mac smiled. Immediately, the woman winked and smiled back. Mac turned her head quickly following the line as it moved forward.

~

Man these people are serious about voting. Why the hell would you drive over here, and wait in line, just to punch some numbers in a machine? Brown stated wryly.

It's called being patriotic, dip shit. Neil growled at him.

Hey now, she's a cutie. I wonder where she's headed after this? I bet she works in…

Wait? Are you talking about the blond over there in the khaki pants, white shirt, and sneakers? Neil asked quizzically as she interrupted him.

Yeah, why?

I have to hear this Brown, where does she work? She asked as she slid her hands into the pockets of her dark blue pants. Her dark blue button down oxford shirt was still tucked in perfectly along with the white tee shirt underneath it.

She works in a restaurant, Brown said.

Ha-ha, you're kidding me right?

"Well where do you think she works miss high and