Today, aspiring investigative reporter Vicky Hill from the Vicky Hill Mysteries is introducing her admirer, Steve Burrows to Killer Characters.
Take it away, Steve.
I must admit I was quite chuffed when the gorgeous Vicky Hill asked if I’d say a few words on this blog. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t care but when she invited me … well … it just made my day.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Steve Burrows and I save lives. Yep. That’s right. I save lives. I work as a paramedic for our local hospital in Gipping-on-Plym. As a matter of fact, that’s how I met Vicky. A colleague of hers, the gorgeous Annabel Lake (there are a lot of gorgeous women in Gipping-on-Plym) had taken a tumble down the basement stairs at the Gipping Gazette and my co-worker Tom and I got called out to the scene.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was love at first sight when I first saw Vicky Hill and her sapphire blue eyes. I’d drown in them if she’d give me half a chance. She’s a shy one, that girl but I know I’ve got to take it slow.
I like buying her Cadbury’s Milk Tray chocolates, pink carnations and taking her out for a curry to the Lali Poo in Chagford. I’ve also programmed my iPhone with a Dancing Queen ringtone from my favorite group, ABBA.
The problem is that Vicky’s work gets in the way of us and I don’t know what to do. She says, “Steve, my career comes first and it’s better we are just friends,” and I respect that. I tell her, “Steve’s not going anywhere, doll” and I tell her she can have all the time she needs. I mean, I’m thinking marriage, kids, a dog—maybe a canary. Know what I mean?
Vicky needs someone to take care of her and given the family history—her parents were eaten by lions in Africa—how does someone ever really get over that? But I’m patient and I’ve been trained to handle all kinds of disasters. I’ll wait for Vicky forever.
No doubt Vicky will be annoyed with me for spending time on this blog talking about her when she really wanted me to talk about a day-in-the-life as a paramedic, but I just can’t help myself. She’s my soulmate.
Should I try harder? Maybe you folks out there can give a poor man in love some advice?