Chapter Twenty
They didn’t get back to Lost Harbor until midday, and Darius had to go straight to the firehouse when they landed. Kate gave him a yawn and a brief acquaintance-type hug before hopping into her car and dropping him off at the station. They’d both slept on the plane and neither was in the right state of mind to discuss anything beyond peanuts or pretzels.
Or maybe it had all been a crazy dream, the kind you could barely believe the next day.
The firehouse was nearly deserted when he got back. He’d gotten word that Nate and a crew were responding to a grease fire at the Nightly Catch. The quiet unnerved him after all the noise of the big city. Sunbeams floated through the stained glass lunette of a fire truck on the front door, and the distant whir of a power tool told him
