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“Last chance,” the helicopter guy shouted.
Jill waved him aloft, not giving the hotshot a chance to insist. No way was she passing up a chance to work with an IHC crew. Especially not for the sake of Trent who would probably be an engine driver forever. He was headed for what he needed, med care; now it was time to head for what she needed, fire.
In minutes, Trent and the photographer were back aboard the helicopter and the pounding of the rotor blades was fading away.
Funny that the hotshot thought she and Trent were an item.
Jess Monroe was awfully cute. And she’d felt his easy strength when she stumbled and ended up in his arms. Her knees had been shaky from the crash, but after he’d held her, even for that brief moment, she’d felt so much more stable. Too bad he was already take
