“Yeah,” she looked at the beautiful rigs all lined up. “I liked it a lot.” Maybe too pretty for her taste. She preferred a machine built to get down and dirty, but the ladder truck could definitely tempt her.
He led her up to the group.
“Captain Cantrell,” he began introducing her around. “And Candace is the super on our IHC team.”
Father-daughter. Obvious right down to how they stood—sure of themselves but without any real ego display.
“You met her husband Luke.”
Which explained just who could keep a SEAL on that short leash.
“And this is Patsy, one of our two foremen. Her husband’s the town baker and is around somewhere.”
Again, a solid grip and a questioning eye. IHC. Interagency Hotshot Crew. That meant that Randall wasn’t just some firefighter. He walked into the wilderness to
