Chapter Eighteen
Susannah
Hands on my hips, I stood outside, watching as one of our crewmembers came dashing out of the burning house. The wind was gusting high, but clouds were rolling in. We’d been called to a fire in a neighboring town. A fishing lodge had caught fire when a chimney stovepipe got too hot. The lodge was sprawling and had guests, which meant we had our hands full. At the moment, the crew was focused on ensuring all the guests were out safely.
Meanwhile, I was annoyed, frankly annoyed didn’t quite capture how I felt. I was pissed. Ward, being high-handed as hell, had kept me on duty by the truck. He’d actually ordered me not to enter the building. I didn’t like feeling useless. One of the things I loved about being a firefighter was charging in and helping. I’d never be
