Blade’s P.O.V.
I shifted my weight, the soles of my boots scraping faintly against the fire station’s smooth concrete floor. The familiar hum of the station surrounded me—a distant radio squawk, the occasional clang of a tool, and the low murmur of my crew finishing their tasks for the day. A glance at the clock told me I had a couple more hours to go before my shift would end. It had been a steady day so far—the kind that gave me just enough to do without feeling overwhelmed. But today was different. Today, Meghan and her family were stopping by.
I leaned back against the ladder truck, arms crossed, my fire department t-shirt snug across my chest. I was a picture of calm, but inside, my nerves prickled. I had never brought a girl to the station before, let alone one who meant as much to
