Did she like the flowers?
Sean had no idea what time they’d been delivered. He hadn’t heard a peep from her all day, and he wondered if they’d been too much too soon. Should he text her or wait for her to contact him? His thumb hovered over the screen of his phone in indecision.
“—if Captain Murphy would care to weigh in?”
Sean jolted at the sarcasm in Ben’s voice and realized everybody in the firehouse was looking at him. Hunching his shoulders a little, he shoved the phone into a pocket of his cargo pants. “Sorry, Chief. What were we talking about?”
Ben Rawlings, the newly appointed fire chief—and only full-time, paid employee of the Wishful Volunteer Fire Department—just shook his head. “We’re discussing fundraising options to help replace some of our equipment. You’re lucky we didn
