CHAPTER EIGHTTAYLOR
DAY FIVE
Taylor could feel the heavy, but gentle, hand Ryan had on her shoulder. But it was a distant feeling. As she watched Marcus speed away, she felt sick. Worry was thrumming through her veins. After seeing the site of the last fire, that nightmarish vision had been fixed in her mind.
Ryan gently squeezed her shoulder. “Come on.” He led her back to Joe’s office and sat her on the sofa. He looked concerned. “You’re a little pale. You’re going to stay right here. I’m going to get you something to drink.” He gave her a stern look, then walked out of the office. He came back moments later, twisting the cap off a bottle of water, he handed it to her. “Drink it.”
She took a sip and he smiled. “Good girl. You need to listen to me. Marcus is an experienced firefighter.
