“No thanks.”
He stopped and turned back to her. “You sure?”
“Yeah. Seeing those flames so close to my home once was enough for me. You can tell me what it’s doing. It’s not that I don’t want to know, but seeing it gave me a panic attack last time. I don’t need to do that again.”
He watched her a moment to make sure she really was as all right as she claimed then went to the vent to take a look. The earie glow of a wildfire at night never ceased to send a shiver up his spine, no matter how long he worked them. He suspected when it did it would be time to find something else to do. Until then, he loved the work, the satisfaction when they saved a home or a town, not to mention the adrenaline. He’d never understood why people did drugs when you could get a high like that without them.
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