“Trevor is dealing with a drunk driver accident on Liberty. On it for the fire department.”
“Goddammit.”
I dropped my bullhorn and looked around for anything that could help to beat the fire back into something more manageable.
The sound of a truck in the distance revved up my already spiking adrenaline. I did not need any more excitement tonight. I grabbed a slat of wood to sweep the debris into the fire to keep it from spreading out.
The growl of an engine had me swinging around.
The massive grill of a truck barreled down the alleyway, pushing away garbage like a battering ram. Was that Cash?
“Need a little help?” he called out the window.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was at the station when your call came in.”
“I am not deputizing you,” I shouted back.
“Wouldn’t that be a laugh?” He hopped out and ran around the back of his truck, coming out with fire extinguishers. He handed one to me then ran over to one of the barrels.
His arms bulged as he turned it on its side and scooped up the embers flying around as I attacked all the smaller fires that had popped up.
The fire extinguisher was no match for the flames that had spread, but we managed to contain it enough to give the nearby firefighters time to get to us.
Our town had a small volunteer firehouse on the far side of town.
The familiar sound of the sirens washed out some of the adrenaline powering through me.
Derrick and Win Hart clomped into the clearing, one with an axe and the other with a hose. “We’ll take it from here, Chief.”
I stepped back, more than willing to let them take over.
Derrick controlled the water as two more firefighters arrived, tamping down the smaller fires. He pulled back the lever on the hose until it was a mist to cover the other wood and garbage so it wouldn’t catch again. “Sorry it took us a minute to get here. We were helping out Trevor with that accident.”
I moved up until I was just behind him. “Any casualties?”
Win, the taller and broader of the two Hart brothers, paused from his bashing. “Yeah, it was a head on collision.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. The drunk driver was DOA.” Derrick hauled the length of firehose over to get another area.
I backed up next to Cash and we both watched the men systematically douse the fire. In between, I glanced over at his golden hair and skin kissed from the fire that was quickly fading out. He wore a muscle-shirt, cargo shorts, and his ever-present work boots.
His arms were slicked with sweat and soot.
The adrenaline redirected to pure lust.
“This could have been worse,” he said quietly.
“Yeah. I don’t know what I would have done without you. This week has already been insane, add in some full moon madness and here we are.”
He glanced down at me. His eyes dark now that the flames were little more than cinders. He pushed back his messy blond hair. “Is that what’s going on tonight?”
I laughed. “It’s a real thing as you can see.”
“I guess so.” He moved a little closer to me and pushed a lock of hair that escaped my braid out of my face. “You okay?”
