Krista stood at the edge of the jump spot and watched them coming in. It was the sort of place to have a picnic, green, unspoiled, and it would be sunny and warm once the sun was high enough.
It was hard to believe that two hundred feet north through thick trees and thicker undergrowth, a fire raged leaving behind only scorched earth and blackened stumps.
When Tim Harada had left to take over the lead slot for the Alaska Fire Service—after falling in love with his Alaska hometown sweetheart, real damn sad—Akbar had tagged Krista as his Number Two. Which in her mind meant that it was now up to her to uphold the advantages of singlehood for the rest of the crew.
The lead men were such total saps, both Tim and Akbar falling in love like that. She wouldn’t have bet on it lasting a season fo
