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Suzanne recognized the hotshots’ big Ford truck right away as it drove into the cobblestone courtyard. Was it Josh? Had to be! She jumped up and down on the platform and waved her arms and yelled.
The door flew open and Josh tumbled out of the vehicle, practically flying on his crutches. Snowball leaped out after him.
He stopped and shooed Snowball back into the truck. Good call—it would be hard to keep her out of harm’s way. It would be hard to keep Josh out of harm’s way too, but he was a trained firefighter.
On crutches.
With no firefighting gear.
Wait. He was doing something in the back of the Super Duty. When he emerged again, he wore a bulky padded jacket and a helmet.
At least it was something. He closed the door, enclosing Snowball inside, then swung toward the house at a
