<P>What do a wrong number text a burning building and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe.</P><P>In hindsight I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's um eggplant in my inbox.</P><P>I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames.</P><P>But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.</P><P>I'm only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I've ever had almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash and apparently they don't serve wine to patients in this place.</P><P>But like I said it's fine.</P><P>Until he walks in. The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs.</P><P>And the universe is amusing itself at my expense: Because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday?</P><P>It's his.</P.