Chapter Four
The screaming fire alarm chased them toward the barracks. Gordon moved in front of Ripley to make way against the tide of firefighters streaming out of the bunkhouse. Neither of them were wearing their Nomex flightsuits. In fact, Ripley was wearing an eye-popping fire shirt that had done almost as much for awakening Gordon’s pulse rate as the fire had.
Most big forest fires had a t-shirt made for them. It wasn’t what her t-shirt said that stood out, so to speak. It was the way the brilliant red material emphasized the parts that did stand out. Her curves were neither slender nor generous, but they were damned fine ones. It also had a woman’s V-neck, a rarity for fire shirts, which were mostly cut for guys, and revealed a splendid expanse of her perfect skin. A statement made
