3
Three years later.
Dr. Ramirez, head of the Los Angeles Burn Center, stood up behind his massive, paper-cluttered desk and shook Lisa’s hand. “Thank you for stepping in. I know how busy you are. We’re extremely grateful for your help.”
“It’s my honor.” Lisa gave his hand a quick squeeze. This man had seen her at her absolute worst, at least in physical terms. He’d resurrected her from a mummy-like cocoon of bandages and coaxed her into the semi-presentable person she was today.
“Just email me the details and I’ll hop on the next plane.”
“I’m happy to say you can drive to this one. Ever heard of the Bachelor Firemen of San Gabriel?”
Lisa froze. San Gabriel. Where Bianca had died and Lisa had scrabbled her way to life. “Yes, I have. The shoot’s with them?”
“It’s a real coup. They’ve
