Time to move.
He was pulling on his cotton long johns as Sheila stripped off her t-shirt and began doing the same.
“What are you doing?” Other than escalating the hell out of his pulse rate. Not in a hundred years could he get used to the look of her.
“There’s a fire.” No hesitation at all. No question either.
“You’re not…”
He stopped when he saw her baleful gaze.
…a firefighter.
Though he’d trained her in all he could and she’d learned fast, she wasn’t trained for wildfire—didn’t have her Incident Qualification System “red card.” However, he’d long since learned that changing Sheila Williams’ mind once she set it was not something that mortal men should attempt. There was no hesitation when she was in work mode. The same thing had happened when they were working for WUI Cleaners.
