DYLAN WORKED A DAY shift and finished at four p.m.. He was putting away his turnout gear when Todd walked up to him.
“Tim’s picked up the flu and can’t make it in tonight. Can I make you on-call?”
Dylan smiled and shook his head, grabbing his keys and spinning them around his fingers. He’d never said no to being on-call or taking an extra shift in the eighteen months he’d been with this crew.
“I can’t tonight, Todd. Sorry.”
Todd stared at him, and Dylan knew his goofy smile was pretty obvious.
“You catching up with my brother?”
Dylan nodded and stuck a thumb in his jean pocket. “Yeah, I’m cooking him dinner.”
Todd grinned, his handsome face lighting up with obvious pleasure.
“That’s great. What’re you cooking?”
Something delicious. “Nothing too complicated. Steak, baked potatoes.
