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Sam was only a few paces from the firefighter before he realized it was a woman. The charcoal smeared shirt might have once been yellow. Close-fitting sunglasses hid her eyes. Her hardhat was blue…and smeared black. The rest of the crew’s were yellow.
“Why is your helmet a different color?”
The way she tipped her head when she looked at him seemed familiar, and then an eyebrow arched between her sunglasses and helmet.
“Female of the species…” came out half statement and half gasp. It was his woman from the bakery this morning. Firefighter. Wilderness firefighter.
He also recognized the half smile that tugged at her left cheek as she acknowledged him.
“Helmet is blue because I’m a foreman.”
“Foreman? Wouldn’t that be the male of the species?”
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