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The outrageous man was posing for the crowd, grinning and smiling, right before slipping off his jacket, causing a group of ogling women to gather near them where they were lined up.
“Awww yeah, this is gonna be great!” Austin crowed happily. “Check this out!”
He flexed his biceps and kissed each one playfully, causing Justin to put his head down in his hands again in annoyance as the chief laughed from where he stood at the end of the line. Every man hesitated and looked down the line to gawk at the stoic man that led them, who was always so quiet.
“See?” Austin jeered happily, elbowing the two men closest to him – Justin and Chase, the two divorcees. “If Carpenter can loosen up and have some fun? Then you two spaz’s should be able to as well. I mean, seriously?! It’s a beautiful day, there’s a breeze, we are off work…” and Austin’s voice got louder, working the crowd as he stepped forward and jerked off his uniform shirt, much to Kyle’s horror. “… And all these fine women are here to support a good cause – am I right, Ladies?”
A rowdy, boisterous thunder of appreciation swelled around them as Austin flexed again and showed off his tanned six pack, his tattoo, and then openly smiled, shaking hands with the women and kissing knuckles repeatedly.
Yep. The playboy could certainly work a crowd.
“Someone’s gotta stop him,” Kyle whispered in a hushed panic. “They’re gonna expect usallto act likethat…”
“Thensomeone’sgonna be really disappointed, aren’t they?” Chase muttered.
“No kidding…” Justin agreed.
Austin ripped… literally RIPPED… his t-shirt off of himself, causing several women to scream in excitement – and Kyle nearly died as he realized he screamed aloud as well, but in horror.
Like a girl.
What was his partner even doing?
“I can’t do this!” Kyle balked, feeling faint and definitely disturbed at the fiasco that was about to happen. “Chief! Chief! H-Hey – s-someone g-get Carpenter for me… I c-can’t do this!”
His voice was breaking and croaking like a boy going through puberty – and he was thinking of his own pasty skin, if they put him standing next to Andy or Austin. Someone was going to laugh or chase him off the pergola where the auctioneer was…
“Alright… Alright… Alright! My lovely, esteemed ladies of Ember Creek – are you ready to play with fire? Are we having some fun yet? Just look at these fine specimens we have here today…”
“Not yet… but getting there, Mayor Winstead!”
“Right? You’ve got some flamboyant young men that are eager to get this auction started… and let’s hear it for the Flirt’s Battalion!”
“First…” Kyle hissed, mortified. “FirstStreet battalion… not Flirt’s!”
The mayor actually ignored him… and picked up a gavel to bang it on the small podium that she was standing at.
“We’re here today to raise funds for the children’s home, and every dollar spent is being donated one hundred percent to Sister Agatha’s loving care. It will help pay for school clothes, supplies, bicycles, and computers for the children, bringing so much joy and support to our beloved community – that is supported so wonderfully by our wonderful fire chief Reese Carpenter and the Flirt’s Battalion…”
“FIRST!” Kyle hissed, correcting her again. “You’ve got a typo, lady…”
Then Andy and Austin took their places, returning to the line, and Kyle listened in disbelief as he realized that the auction was beginning. He felt several sets of hands shove him up the steps, stumbling, as he walked forward, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
“Now ladies… remember this is for charity, and we have some pesky rules for this proceeding. Now, he might be a very handsome man, but remember this is for one evening with this young firefighter,” the mayor smiled – and immediately Kyle felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
“This fine,finegentleman of theFlirt’sBattalion…”
“FIRST…” he hissed again, pointedly. “She meant to sayFirstStreet Battalion Firehouse…”
“I think ‘Flirt’ fits so much better…” a woman called out happily, waving her wallet… causing Kyle’s eyes to pop out of his head as he saw that it was Mrs. Kendall, who called them weekly needing ‘assistance’.
It was the same call every single time.
Mrs. Kendall claimed that she’d fallen and couldn’t get up – and specifically asked if Kyle was working that day. They would drive out and Kyle would have to endure the teasing of his coworkers, as he walked in to find her sprawled in various stages of undress, picking her up off the floor, and then suddenly?
She would have a miraculous recovery… asking him if he wanted coffee.
The guys always teased him about Mrs. Kendall – who was the same age as his grandmother Mae… and played bingo with the woman on Sundays at the Catholic church on Main Street.
