In his time with the fire service, Sean had noticed something about the typical firefighter personality. In order to get along in such tough working circumstances, firemen developed a certain sensitivity to each other’s moods. When a guy needed some space to work through his s**t, he got it. When he was ready to talk—or maybe just drink—he could do that too.
The guys seemed to pick up on his need for a break because no one talked about Evie or the press conference as they drove out to the base.
When Merry arrived, Sean beckoned Josh to join them. “Show her around the base, would you, Marsh?”
“Sure thing.” Josh grinned at her and offered his arm. “It’s a thing of beauty, this place. You’re probably going to want to move in.”
Sean forced a smile. “Merry, I think you should interview the
