Unless you want it to be?
I don’t date.
No? You just admire calendar men from afar?
Ugh you’re annoying.
But you still think I’m hot.
Fine. Four dates, but they will all be at my house.
Embarrassed to be seen with me?
I don’t need anyone spreading any gossip.
But also, the boys are easier to contain in their natural habitat.
What if I babyproofed my apartment? Would you come here?
It’s cute that you think mere babyproofing could contain Levi.
That’s fair. I accept your terms.
I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.
I promise you won’t regret it.
Are you free tomorrow? The boys have a sleepover.
Shit, I’m on call all night.
Come to the firehouse.
What? No.
Do you trust me?
I don’t even trust myself.
Afraid you’ll fall?
Why did I say that? I was going for flirty, implying she would fall for me, but given that I have literally caught her falling thrice, I worry I’ve shoved my foot in my mouth. Shite.
Wow. Too soon, Mr. March.
You can just call me Mike.
Or Mr. O’Connor.
Or yours.
If I were to show up at the firehouse… is everyone going to know why I’m there? I don’t want the whole town talking about this.
Come after 11 and text me when you get here. No one will know.
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I do a quick sweep of the firehouse, relieved that it has quieted down for the night with most everyone in their bunks or the TV room. When I walk by Hardy’s office, I notice the light on and pop my head in.
