She leaned back.
“You and me,” I added.
“Since that night?”
With a smile, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Before that night, baby.”
Shock covered her face. I didn’t say anything more because if I did, I’d do some crazy shit like take her right there in the entryway of her condo.
I wouldn’t do that.
Jocelyn deserved for me to take my time with her. Especially our first time.
“Get some sleep.” I kissed her again but made it quick. Just a taste for the road. “Lock the door behind me.”
I stepped outside and stood between the hallway and her entryway.
She frowned and rolled her eyes. “Bossy ass.”
“You know it.”
I waited until I heard the locking sound of the door before starting in the direction of the stairs. I looked around the hallway, lobby, and parking lot to see if I noticed anyone who looked like they were loitering. There were a few people around, but no one stood out.
I got into my truck, slammed the door, and ran my hand through my hair. Shit was getting more complicated by the minute. At first, I’d wanted this son of a bitch because he’d threatened the people of the city that I loved. Then, he’d caused a grievous injury to my best friend.
Tonight, he’d made the mistake of threatening the woman I was falling for.
That wouldn’t go unpunished.
As much as I’d wanted to avoid it, it was time for me to start digging into the backgrounds of some of my fellow firefighters.
Chapter 16
Don
“That wasa hell of a job out there, rookie,” Carter said as we hopped out of the rig in the station’s garage.
We were returning from a fire at a warehouse. Two employees had accidentally locked themselves inside one of the rooms while trying to get away from the flames. It was a good thing one of them had their cell phone on him.
The rookie had managed to pull one of the employees out seconds before the entire room they were in went up in flames.
We stripped out of our turnout gear and placed them at the side of the garage, next to the rig, readying them for whatever call came next, before heading to the kitchen.
“He did good today, right, Don?” Carter asked.
I snorted. “He got lucky.”
The rookie laughed. “He’s still angry because I messed things up between him and some broad.”
Growling, I made a move toward the rookie, who very smartly ran around the other end of the long table, placing it between us.
“You call her a broad again, and I’m going to shove my size twelves down your throat,” I snarled, pointing at him. “Rescue that shit.”
His eyes went wide, and a look of panic crossed his face as he looked over at Carter. Eric entered the kitchen behind me.
“Wait, hold up. What’s this? Don Alvarez, losing his cool over a woman?” Carter could barely contain his laughter. “Eric, are you seeing this?”
“I see it, but I’m not sure I can believe it,” Eric answered, grinning so wide I could see his fucking gums. “Is it true, Don? Who is this not-broad?”
