Becket stopped at the coffee machine.
“Hey, a month ago, you wouldn’t have cared,” Teddy protested.
Actually, he probably would have. He just wouldn’t have cared out loud. “A month ago, we weren’t dating.”
“Well, thanks to our little bar trip, I have a girl too.”
“Yeah, yeah, Kristina. We know,” Moose said, sounding bored.
“Youknow, but Beck doesn’t.”
Becket frowned. “Doesn’t she work with Sky?”
“Yep, and she isalsofine.” Teddy grinned from ear to ear. “We’ve shared one date and a whole lot of dirty texts.”
Jesus.
Becket turned back to the coffee machine and was just finishing a cup when his radio buzzed.
“Station 8, this is dispatch. There’s an auto crash on Kento Bridge. The vehicle’s hanging over the bridge and needs stabilization. A female in the driver’s seat also needs extraction. We need all first responders immediately.”
The alarm went off.
Becket cursed and deserted his coffee as he rushed to the apparatus bay. He pulled on his gear and jumped into an engine with Moose and Teddy. Some of the others jumped into another engine.
“If the car’s hanging over the bridge, the first thing we need to do is stabilize the vehicle,” Becket said as he sped out of the station.
Moose nodded. “Teddy and I will attach the chain.”
“We’ll then work on secondary stabilization,” Teddy added.
“Good. I’ll get the others to block traffic. Hopefully there isn’t already a buildup blocking access.” They needed a clear road to get the engine through.
When he grew closer, cars were lining the road leading to the bridge. He cursed and drove into the opposite lane, passing them.
A small blue Nissan on the bridge came into view. Then he saw a kid standing beside it, a terrier in his arms. The Nissan didn’t look damaged, so it hadn’t been part of the crash. The kid must have called it in.
As he drove onto the bridge, he got his first glimpse of the other car.
His world narrowed to pinpoint focus, and his chest felt like it was about to cave in. He knew that car. He saw it every damn day.
“Sky.”
Moose’s head whipped around. “Sky?That’s Sky’s car?”
Becket stopped the engine and threw himself out of the cab. He began to sprint toward the car, but Moose was suddenly there, the older man faster than Becket would have thought possible, grabbing his arm.
“Get off me, Moose! I don’t want to hurt you. I need to see her!”
“No. You need to calm the hell down first.”
He was about to shove Moose off when Teddy suddenly grabbed his other arm. “Becket—”
“That’s Sky in there!” Becket growled.
Irene appeared in front of him from the other engine. She got really close, her voice lowering. “If that’s Sky, then you need to get yourself under control. Her vehicle’s sitting over the edge of the bridge. If anything bumps it or disrupts the balance, it could go over, and she’ll go with it.”
Fear gripped his limbs, despite his words. “I’m smarter than that and you know it.”
