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“That’s no fun.”

Vivian picked up her binder and disappeared out the door. I locked it behind her.

“She appreciates a nice-looking gentleman,” Miss Adeline said.

“So do you . . . although can you see that calendar?”

She harrumphed and slowly got to her feet. “I need a lift.”

“Where?”

“The fire station.”

Chapter Three

Teague

“Why doesit look like you washed off half a tire?”

I punched Cassano in the arm as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

“I thought you were off today.”

“No such luck, compadre. Twenty-four more on.”

The alarm bell went off and we ran toward the station. Everyone inside buzzed as we threw on our gear and loaded into the truck.

“Three alarm. Residential. Engine Three and Ladder One also headed to the scene.”

A buzz rushed through my veins. Fifteen years, thousands of calls, and it was the same every single time.

“Hollingsworth, Cassano, you’ll secure the inside. Everyone else, let’s make sure this bitch doesn’t spread,” Burke said from the front seat.

I straightened at the call of my name. We bounced down the street, the engine roar nothing compared to the noise in my head.

Oxygen.

Gloves.

Mask.

Radio.

Mentally, I checked off what I needed before I raced inside.

Three blocks out, the orange glow of the fire lit the night sky. The siren wailed as we pulled to a stop in front of the townhouse.

I jumped out of the truck first. “Stand back, please,” I said to the crowd who had gathered. “Anyone know how many inside?”

“Two,” someone shouted. “I tried to go in, but there’s so much smoke.”

“Ready to do this?” Cassano asked as he grabbed his axe.

“Yeah.”

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Glass shattered and rained on our heads.

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