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Randall sat close beside Jess and Jill. They were about the funniest damn couple on the whole team and who better to sit with while Thanksgiving dinner was cooking. The two Js met on a wildfire in the middle of last season and Jess had somehow swept her up before she’d even hit the damned fire line. Or maybe she’d swept him up. Randall had long since learned that being five-four, blond, and cute as hell had nothing to do with Jill’s skills. The woman totally rocked it, offering her sunny smile the whole time.
“Sure you don’t have a twin sister?” He asked for the hundredth time.
“Nope! My moms only had the one kid.”
“Crap!” They shared a smile. He’d met her moms at the wedding, two of Seattle’s finest firefighters.
A cold gust of air crawled up his back.
“Close the goddamn door!” Ra
