I get in the back this time with Tucker, so Grayson can sit up front.
Tucker leans over, whispering in my ear. “Did you tell Daddy Warren he looked hot back there? I saw the look in your eye when he was yelling at dumbass.”
“Don’t call me that,” Warren grumbles as he starts driving.
“Do you have superpower hearing or something?” Tucker asks, but Warren doesn’t even attempt to respond.
Finally, Tucker looks back at me, expecting an answer.
“I did,” I say.
“Way to make a guy jealous,” he says. “I guess I’ll have to find more people to yell at, so you’ll think I’m hot again.”
And that’s the problem. I still think all three of them are the hottest guys I’ve ever seen in my life.
And the sweetest, kindest, funniest, best… I’m so screwed.
CHAPTER FORTY
Grayson
APRIL
I scrubmy hand over my face, willing the paperwork to complete itself.
I’ve been trapped in my office working for the past few hours. Maybe I just need to go walk around the firehouse for a few minutes.
Just as I move to stand, the alarm blares through the building. I quickly make my way down to where my gear is stored and ready near the truck.
The radio strapped to my chest crackles to life with the dispatcher giving me more information about what we’re looking at.
“Structural fire…”
I slide into my gear with practiced ease, having completed this task countless times throughout my career.
“Residential.”
I ensure I’m ready. My eyes sweep over the rest of my men, who are piling into the truck or getting the last pieces of their gear on.
The next words stop me in my tracks. “367 West Applewood Drive.”
Sienna’s apartment.
My whole body freezes, hand suspended in mid-air halfway to the handle on the truck.
Warren bumps my shoulder. “Did I hear that address right?”
I swallow and nod.
He drags in a deep breath. “Well, get the fuck in the truck,” he says, urgency in every word.
Right.I have a job to do, and being paralyzed by fear is not it.
I take my usual spot in the front passenger seat as the rest of the guys pile in. The sirens blare as the truck pulls from the garage.
I turn my head, dictating orders to all the men, so they’re prepared when we get to the scene.
My eyes lock on Tucker, who has obviously figured out where we’re going, too. Pure fear is written all over his face.
