"Okay, guys. That's enough," Taren Davis said as he sat in the kitchen of the firehouse, watching the antics of his fellow firefighters.
"I'm telling you, Taren. My guns are bigger. Look!" Bret flexed his bicep and held it up to Dylan's.
"In your dreams," Dylan replied, relaxing his muscles. "You don't bench press three hundred pounds a day like I do."
"Yeah, right." Bret laughed. "You've never benched three hundred pounds in your life. Let alone every day."
"Okay. This is too much testosterone for me. I think you're all crazy." Erica rose from her seat at the table and opened the refrigerator door. She looked through the shelves and pulled out a package of cookie dough. She was the only female firefighter on the Christmas Cove Fire Department, but no one messed with her. She could def
