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Chapter 2
Chapter 2 It was a slow day at the firehouse. Not a single call had come in that afternoon. Everything had been cleaned, including the truck, the kitchen, and the bathrooms. It was a dirty job, but there was no room in the budget to hire someone to do it. Chase was used to cleaning. He’d been helping his oldest sister keep a clean house most of his life. It was almost second nature at this point. He saw something out of place, and he automatically picked it up and put it away. His sister, Layla, liked to claim she trained him well. Really, it was the least he could do. When their mom died and Layla took over the responsibilities of head of the household, Chase wasn’t old enough to get a job. He did what he could to help, even if it was just picking up after himself. Not that it made up
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