Dr. Samuels walked him to the door, clasping his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Noah Fierro. I appreciate your looking out for my daughter.”

Noah knew when he was being dismissed. If only he could tell the guy he was a phoenix shifter. But how would he explain that he knew the guy believed in shifters? Nobody believed in shifters…unless they had some paranormal abilities themselves.Whoa. Could the good doctor be some kind of paranormal? Maybe a vampire? The patriarch opened the door and didn’t burst into flames, so no. Not a vampire. Maybe some kind of male witch or wizard?

There was really no polite way to ask. He shook the man’s hand and strode down the flagstone walkway to the street. He wished he didn’t have to work that night. He’d be worried about Kizzy the entire time—unless she called.

Noah pivoted and bounded back up to the front door. Before he reached it, Dr. Samuels opened it again.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yes. I forgot to ask you to have Kizzy call me as soon as you hear from her. I have to work a seventy-two-hour shift, and I’ll be unfit for duty if I can’t sleep.”

“Ah. You’re the firefighter.”

“Yes, sir.”

To Noah’s surprise, the older gentleman smiled. “I’ll be sure to give her the message.”