New Year’s Eve, 6pm
During his time as a rookie at San Gabriel’s Station 1, Ace Hollister had made coffee, cleaned toilets, and been the subject of countless pranks. So it was absolutely no surprise when he got assigned the overnight New Year’s Eve shift. He’d been expecting it, and honestly it was a relief. New Year’s Eve was one of those holidays that carried expectations. Where he came from—the old-school South--girls expected champagne, romantic dinners for two, dancing, corsages, on and on.
The way his love life was going—ever since Kristina Reeves, that is--he had no interest in any of that. He’d rather spend New Year’s Eve exactly like this--making dinner at the firehouse and shooting the s**t with Double D.
“Your famous fried chicken, huh?” Double D’s big gut pressed into the ki
