Chapter Eleven: The Space He Made for Me
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By the third week, the firehouse stopped feeling entirely forbidden.
Not welcoming.
Not mine.
But familiar enough that I knew which cabinet held the coffee, which chair Marcus claimed during every meal, and which stair creaked loudly enough to announce anyone trying to come downstairs unnoticed.
Gavin began inviting me more often.
Sometimes I brought dinner. Sometimes I waited until the end of his shift so we could leave together. He still introduced me only by my name, but fewer people asked why I was there.
They seemed to have accepted that I came with Gavin.
Cole had accepted nothing.
He no longer confronted me every time I walked through the bay, but his silence felt deliberate. He spoke when necessary, moved around me when he had to, and otherwise behaved as if acknowledging me might encourage something he considered unforgivable.
I told myself I preferred it.
On Tuesday evening, I arrived carrying two paper bags from the sandwich shop near my apartment.
Gavin met me near the lockers.
“You brought food?”
“You said you hadn’t eaten.”
“I said the station dinner looked suspicious.”
“That’s the same thing.”
He took one of the bags and kissed my cheek.
The touch was quick, but Marcus saw it.
He raised his eyebrows.
Gavin didn’t move away.
That small act filled me with more happiness than it should have.
“Mercer,” Marcus called, “are you hiding sandwiches from the rest of us?”
“Yes.”
“At least he’s honest about something,” Cole said from the workbench.
The words were quiet.
Not quiet enough.
Gavin’s shoulders stiffened.
I expected an argument, but Captain Walsh entered the bay before either man could respond.
“Inspection in ten minutes,” he announced. “If anything looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the last administration, I don’t want to see it.”
Everyone moved at once.
Gavin handed the sandwich bag back to me.
“I need a few minutes.”
“I can wait.”
“Upstairs?”
I looked toward the stairs.
He lowered his voice. “Less crowded.”
The old discomfort returned.
Hidden again.
Before I could answer, the station phone rang.
Gavin crossed the bay to take it, leaving me beside the lockers with both bags in my hands.
Cole walked past carrying a box of equipment.
I moved aside.
“You don’t have to disappear upstairs,” he said.
I looked at him. “Excuse me?”
“This is a public station event. You’re allowed to stand in the bay.”
“I know that.”
“Then why do you look like you need permission?”
My face warmed.
“I don’t.”
Cole set the box on the workbench.
For once, there was no contempt in his expression.
Only observation.
It made me more uncomfortable.
“You’re waiting for him to decide where you’re allowed to exist,” he said.
The familiar anger rose.
“I thought you were off duty from judging me.”
“That was one night.”
“You must have missed it.”
He almost smiled.
Almost.
Then his gaze moved past me.
Gavin was still on the phone, his back turned.
Cole lowered his voice.
“I don’t think you’re stupid.”
The statement caught me off guard.
“That’s generous.”
“I think you’re making a choice you’ll eventually have to live with.”
“There’s the insult.”
“It wasn’t one.”
“It sounded like one.”
“Most things do when you don’t want to hear them.”
I tightened my hold on the bags.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
The answer came too quickly.
Cole seemed to realize it.
He looked toward the engine instead of me.
“I care about what happens when people decide consequences belong to someone else.”
“You mean Natalie.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t even know what their marriage is like.”
“I know what Gavin says it’s like.”
“And?”
“And Gavin says whatever keeps the room calm.”
His words settled uneasily inside me.
Before I could answer, Gavin returned.
“What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing,” I said.
Cole picked up the box.
“Sandwiches.”
Gavin watched him leave.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing important.”
“You don’t have to talk to him.”
“I know.”
“I’m serious, Harper.”
The possessiveness in his tone was unfamiliar.
“He spoke to me. I answered.”
“He likes making people doubt themselves.”
“I thought he liked saving damaged things.”
Gavin’s face changed.
“You remembered that.”
“It was a strange thing to say.”
He reached for my waist.
“I don’t want him getting between us.”
“He isn’t.”
“Good.”
He kissed me, longer this time.
Not hidden.
The warmth returned immediately, washing away the discomfort Cole had left behind.
Gavin took the bags and led me toward the kitchen.
We ate together at the end of the long table while the others completed the inspection. He stole half my sandwich after finishing his own and complained that mine was better.
“You ordered the same thing,” I said.
“Food tastes better when stolen.”
“That explains your entire personality.”
He laughed.
I rested my foot against his beneath the table.
Four more weeks had become three.
The countdown lived constantly in the back of my mind, but I had stopped mentioning it. Gavin had begun leaving small things at my apartment—a clean shirt, a toothbrush, a charger beside my bed.
Temporary objects.
Still, they made him feel less temporary.
“I have something for you,” he said.
He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and pushed it across the table.
It was an apartment application.
Most of the information had already been completed.
His name.
His income.
His current employer.
At the bottom was a second section labeled **Additional Occupant**.
My name was written there.
Harper Reed.
I traced the letters with my fingertip.
“You put me on it.”
“I told you it was our place.”
“You haven’t submitted it.”
“Not yet.”
The hesitation lasted only a second.
I ignored it.
“When?”
“After I talk to Natalie.”
Three more weeks.
I looked at my name again.
For most of my childhood, my belongings had fit inside bags because every address was temporary.
Now my name was written beside someone else’s on an application for a home.
Maybe that was why I didn’t question the blank signature line.
Maybe that was why I didn’t ask why Gavin had dated the form two weeks earlier but still carried it folded inside his pocket.
I saw only the space he had made for me.
And I wanted it too badly to notice that nothing had been signed.
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