Though August had never been particularly religious, though he wasn’t particularly superstitious, he worried. Mostly, he worried about Memo, but a little part of him feared bad karma, too. Not just a curse but also the prospect of being arrested at the airport for possession and transportation of stolen goods from the 1800s as he and Memo tried to leave Arizona to head back home.
* * * *
Tasha led the standing ovation at the firehouse as August came through the door. “Welcome back!” Applause still echoed throughout the vastness of Station 59 as she also offered the first hug. “I missed you, partner.”
“We’ve spoken every day and saw each other at least forty times.”
“I know.” She didn’t want to let go. “But seeing you in uniform, right here beside the trucks, it’s been way too long.”
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