“Who are you?” the fire chief asks him.
“Nash works in infrastructure and maintenance,” I butt in, feeling very helpful.
“Oh, in that case, you’re exactly who I need to talk to.” The fire chief’s suspicion melts away, and he starts firing away questions for Nash about the location of different things. He then radios his firefighters, who are in the building.
“So far, they haven’t found anything, but it’s going to take a while. They’re doing a thorough sweep.”
“Thank you,” he says to the fire chief. “I’ll keep the building clear the rest of the day and go through everything.”
“No problem. It was a slow day anyway,” the fire chief says with a smirk.
Nash points to me. “She wants a sticker.”
“Did you try to use the elevator when you left the building?”
I shake my head. “I took the nearest staircase.”
“Good job.” He pulls a sticker from his pocket and passes it to me.
This will definitely be going to Rowan, my ten-year-old brother. He’s still at the stage where everything firefighter-related is the best. I’ll mail him the sticker with a letter about the whole evacuation. He’ll eat it up, then call me with a million questions.
Nash leads me back to the crowd of civilians. The majority are on phone calls while some are busy arguing over whether they’ll have to go back to work or not.
“I should have stayed home today,” I mutter as I pull my phone from my pocket and snatch a picture of the firetrucks.
“And miss out on this?” Nash asks, mock incredulity on his face. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I left it on the shelf next to my comfortable tennis shoes,” I reply.
He reaches a hand toward me and acts as though he’s pulling something from my hair. “Oh, look, there it is. I found it.”
It’s such a cheesy move that it’s adorable.
Is he flirting with me?
I hope so. Because the last time I met a man I could seemyself dating…Well, honestly, I can’t remember the last time I met a man like that.
Yet here I am, hoping Nash is flirting with me, and I don’t even know his last name.
CHAPTER 4
Nash
I’m flirting with Magnolia.I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Magnolia.Her name fits her. It feels bright and whimsical. Of all the people I could have run into on that staircase, I managed to run into the funniest, most attractive woman in the building.
Her blonde hair all piled up on her head, her pink lips that are quick to turn up in a smile. Eyes that sparkle with mischief. She’s taller than average, but I still have her by several inches. She’s beautiful.
And I have no business being so enamored with her. I can’t ask her out. I’m supposed to have a fiancée right now.
I get distracted from Magnolia’s bright smile when I spot a familiar face at the back of the crowd. There are about thirty people still standing in the parking lot.
Of course my uncle would be here. Because he’s exactly where he shouldn’t be.
Kevin Renner has a talent for being a complete pain in the neck. He doesn’t work in this building. There’s noreason he should be in this area…but I know what I saw. His timing is impeccable.
I try to catch his eye, but he’s busy slinking away, attempting to hide behind three firefighters walking back to their truck.
