Chapter 2
Noah
I groan as the bell goes off, blaring even when all of us are awake. Groaning, I move with the rest of the team, gearing up, shaking off the sleep, and getting downstairs to the truck. Fires wait for no one and they sure as hell aren’t convenient.
But I can’t deny I feel a rush. No matter how many fires I’ve been in, no matter the risks I take, being a firefighter is all I’ve ever wanted to be. Even if it’s less action packed and doesn’t give nearly the life I thought it would, it’s what I know. It’s consistent. Predictable in its unpredictability.
I stretch and ruffle my hair with my fingers before shoving it back in a pony.
“Noah, show some f*****g hustle!” Tony orders.
“Yeah, cap’in.” I yawn, climbing onto the truck. “Let’s go!”
We climb into the truck and Bill and
