Bull (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson

and last year’s tax return too?” He glanced over his shoulder and grinned.
    “Just an address is good. Actually birthday too, if you’ve got it.”
    When they started dating, he could surprise her by knowing her birthday. That would impress her. Bull laughed at himself. He already had them dating in his mind. He only hoped it wasn’t wishful thinking.
    In two minutes, Matt returned to Bull and handed him a yellow sticky note. In Matt’s scrawl, Bull saw an address, phone number and a date. February 14th. Her birthday was on Valentine’s Day. If that wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was.
    “Thanks, Matt. I owe you.”
    “For that little bit of information? Nah, you don’t owe me for that. For making me listen to yet another one of my teammates have sex? Yeah. You owe me big time for that one. Oh, Bull. You’re so huge. ” After the unflattering imitation of Marly that had Bull’s face heating, Matt grinned. “Go on, Bull. Go get her. She’s waited too long already for you to remember her.”
     
    Marly’s fingers flew over the strings as she completed the complicated piece flawlessly. She should be playing perfectly. She had nothing else to do but practice. That and mourn the loss of Bull. Although, she supposed she never really had him. They were together for about an hour during which they both believed they could die. That didn’t exactly make a strong basis for a relationship. It was sad that a terrorist attack had been the biggest, possibly the best, thing to happen to her lately, thanks to Bull. Even sadder he didn’t remember and she’d never see him again.
    She sighed. Maybe if she’d been the type who typically had one-night stands, she wouldn’t be taking this so hard. Falling for a guy she knew for one night was ridiculous. She knew that, but it didn’t help her bruised heart one bit.
    The doorbell rang and she jumped. She’d been on edge a lot lately. She supposed getting blown up did that to a person. Hopefully it would go away like the ringing in her ears had. Maybe she could find a bomb-survivors support group on the internet.
    Marly rose from the harp stool and went to the door. By standing on tiptoe, she could just see through the peephole, but all she saw there was a broad swath of gray sweatshirt. Whoever was there was tall. Very tall.
    Heart pounding, she flipped the lock as fast as her fingers could work and flung open the door.
    “Bull.” Tears filled her eyes just from the sight of him standing in her doorway.
    He stepped forward and brushed her cheek with one big mitt of a hand. She leaned her face against his palm and closed her eyes.
    “Marly.” He sighed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t remember you when I woke up.”
    “You remember me now?”
    He raised his other hand and cradled her face. “I remember you now.”
    “And what we did?” she asked, afraid to hope.
    “And what we did.” He leaned down and stopped just short of her lips. “Do you forgive me for not remembering before?”
    One tear rolled down her cheek. “Yes. Of course.”
    “Good.” A small smile touched his lips before he closed the distance and kissed her.
    She kissed him back, crying and unbelievably happy at the same time. He lifted her off the floor until she was level with him.
    He pulled back from the kiss but didn’t set her down. “You’re not still dating John Dickson, are you?”
    Marly frowned. “No. Why?”
    Bull smiled. “Just wondering if I had any competition to worry about.”
    “John’s no competition for you. Believe me.” She laughed through her tears.
    “Good. Because I’d really like to get to know you better.” His sweet words made her heart speed.
    “The bedroom’s right through that door.”
    He laughed. “We can start there. But I intend to spend as much time as I need to learn everything I can about you. Your favorite food and TV show and what your childhood was like… All of it. You okay with that?”
    “Definitely.” She wanted to get to know him