Chapter 3
The fireman was brash and unapologetic, but he did save Willy, and for that, Bex felt like she owed the jerk, which was why she stood in front of the firehouse with a six-pack in her arms and an appreciative smile on her face.
The only time she’d ever been in a firehouse was on the set of one of her movies. The façade was meant to look like a firehouse, but the inside was nothing more than a few fake walls that made the space appear much larger than it actually was. It was nothing like the real building standing in front of her now, filled with real history and stories of heroism.
Her cellphone vibrated in her bag, and she pulled it out, glancing at her publicist’s phone number and declining the call. Notifications popped up on her screen, including twenty-two missed calls and
