Chapter Eight
Remy
Six o’clock. That was when I told Rachel I’d be there. I didn’t like to be late, but I was. We had an afternoon call, nothing major, a car accident on the outskirts of the highway. As a hotshot firefighter during fire season, which was mostly spring into autumn, most of my work took place out of town. But now, when everything was damp from the winter melt, the three crews based out of Willow Brook rotated handling local calls.
Aside from the fact I had needed a change of scenery down to my bones, the schedule was one of the things that had drawn me to this position. I liked variety. Many hotshot crews were only on duty for part of every year. Seeing as my initial training had been straight-up firefighter work, I could comfortably manage both types of work, not to ment
