Jason Seville, one of the engine drivers, shook his head. “No need. She wasn’t hurt. They looked her over and she left.”
John hoped he didn’t look too disappointed. Leaving was the safest thing she could do.
As long as she wentawayfrom the fire this time and nottowardit.
With Trixie, he wasn’t so sure. Just in the brief few tense moments he’d spent with her, he’d gotten the impression she got into trouble quite a bit.
He just prayed it wasn’t any more trouble of the dangerous variety. But he couldn’t keep everyone safe. Hopefully, she made good decisions.
Sadly, he’d probably never see her again. Now wasn’t the time to worry about it, though. He had a job to do. Property—and most importantly, lives—depended on him.
So, John sprung into action and did what he did best.
He battled danger and protected the vulnerable.
Chapter Four
Two days later, Trixie had mostly forgotten about the harrowing events back at the fire in Palisades.
She’d watched the news and saw that it had been contained and extinguished before it did much damage, a fact she was thankful for. But she wished she could know the status of whoever had been in that car.
The news had said there were no fatalities, so she took it to mean the person was okay. Still, she would have liked to have stayed to see for herself.
And to see that hot firefighter who’d rescued her!
But he’d been busy. And for her own safety, they had understandably wanted her to move on.
Oh well.
She had bigger concerns right now. Something every bit as dangerous as that fire was coming for her. And she needed to find a way out of the mess she’d created before it hurt her.
Or worse.
That’s why she sat at the kitchen table in the cute little breakfast nook in Auntie Athena’s house telling her story to the two men who sat across from her.
Their names were Jack and Ace and both were big, strong, and uber-handsome. They already had Littles, so there wasn’t any shot of them wanting Trixie.
She tried reminding herself that life wasn’t just about finding a guy, and she shouldn’t think of every single man she met as her potential Daddy. But sometimes it was hard to get her scattered brain to shut off.
Just focus on the issue at hand, she reminded herself.
“All right,” Jack said. “Why don’t you take it from the top? Throw in any details you can think of. Even if they seem insignificant.”
Ace nodded. “We might stop you to ask questions. But it’s important that you tell us as much as possible. Sometimes, people hold things back, thinking they just aren’t important. In our experience, those little tidbits are what often breaks the case.”
Trixie took a sip of her lemonade. “You’re cops?”
“Used to be,” Jack said. “Now we’re the Daddy Guard.”
Her mind was spinning. She’d heard about the Guard from friends. They were now the stuff of legends—a secret group of guys who Littles could call if they were in trouble.
But could they really help her? She was in a pretty bad situation. Maybe even too much for these tough men.
There was only one way to find out.
She took another sip, wiped her mouth, and then started. “Okay. I’m an accountant for a company in Vegas. Have you ever been to Vegas?”
Both men nodded.
