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The Firehawk hit Hoodie One camp at close to full dark. The alert had come in too late in the day for the smokies to get onto the fire. They didn’t jump in the dark, no matter what was happening.
On the flight back, they cooked up a game plan, and Merks hit the ground running. With Carly’s help, they had a drone up at full dark. An achievement celebrated with a high five and a kiss that curled Steve’s toes.
Steve Mercer was in love. Wasn’t that a news flash? About as unlikely an occurrence as batting a thousand.
Was Carly? Her kiss said yes. Unless that was the firefighting heat. But it certainly didn’t feel like that. It felt like a miracle. And his mind was—a total jumble.
They’d only known each other for a single week, but he could see the vista of what lay before them. As clear
