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“I will take either as a compliment, Chief,” the probie replies, but everyone else agrees with me.
We eat, then clean up together so we can all relax, preferably catching some much-needed sleep before the next alarm sounds.
Our thoughts of rest are short-lived, as the alarm sounds off, giving us the address to a house fire.
CHAPTER TWO
SAMANTHA
“Sam, how long until dinner is ready? We could all starve to death before you get anything on the plates,” Lieutenant Joe Murray says with a smirk.
“She is definitely slower than my old lady in the kitchen,” Rocco chimes in.
“It’s ready for whenever you want to serve yourselves,” I respond.
“What? You are not going to serve us?”
I heave a sigh, these men have lost their minds. “No, I am not. I’m not your wife or your mom. If that’s what you wanted at work, you should have brought them,” I say, making my plate and carrying it over to the table.
I grab my book and begin reading as I eat, ignoring the glares that I can feel coming at me. I’ve been a full-fledged firefighter for over two years now, no longer a probie, but sometimes I feel the men still want to treat me like a probie.
Good thing I’m stubborn and strong-willed, otherwise these guys would probably run over me with their demands. Being the only female in the firehouse is disheartening most of the time. I have no one to back me up and help put these guys back in their place, and men being men, try to give me a lot of shit. Most of the time they treat me like their little sister, but stuck in their southern ways, expecting me to wait on and clean up after them.
Unfortunately for them, they got me. I dealt with things as a probie, since we all go through something, but now that I’m a firefighter, my stubbornness comes out in full force when I don’t want to do something. I have no problems treating these guys like brothers, and they know I’m loyal, and will always have their back no matter what, unless they are cheating, then they are on their own. I don’t condone that shit.
My thoughts switch to Connor, and that kiss. It was the most perfect and electrifying kiss I’ve ever had, but then his statement of calling it a mistake shattered me. I still feel the pain in my heart at the memory of him walking away, but I can’t stop the memories of his lips touching mine, or the way he made my body hum as my fingers wrapped in his hair while pressed up against him.
I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. The man said it was a mistake and I have to respect that, no matter how much my heart hurts and my body disagrees.
God, I need to get laid. Maybe if I can fuck someone else, I can get him out of my mind,I think to myself.
Chief Johnson comes in, “Is there any dinner left?”
“Yes, Chief, make sure you get a good plate before these guys eat it all up.”
“You’re not even that great of a cook, Sam,” Rocco says, trying to sound put out.
“Uhh huh,” I say, without looking up from my book. “That’s why you’re already on your second helping?”
“How would you know that? You haven’t looked up from your book.”
“It’s my superpower,” I say, and everyone laughs.
Chief sits down at the table with us and begins to eat. “Great lasagna, Sam.”
“I’m glad you like it, Chief.”
“I had a call from the Battalion Chief in Largo, Maine, today,” Chief says, and I immediately look up.
“Chief Yates called you?” I ask, a knot forming in my throat.
“You know him?”
“Yes. He was my dad’s best friend.”
“Wait, your father was a firefighter?” Joe asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, keeping the tears at bay at the thought of my father.
