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Laney sat next to me on Cecil’s bumper in the parking lot while I sipped my third bottle of water. Mike’s yellow Jeep was parked next to us, but most of the other non-law enforcement vehicles were gone.
She said, “You always swore you’d do anything to flash a fireman.”
“No.” I hugged my jacket more closely around me, adrenaline dump and evening temperatures getting to me. “You swore you’d do anything to flash a fireman.”
The fire truck had left several minutes ago and the remaining crew was wrapping up, with law enforcement milling among them. We watched the activity intently, though likely for different reasons.
“Oh yeah,” she mulled. “That was me.”
I wasn’t sure who I’d flashed—whichever first responder made me remove my jacket to clean and dress the cut on my arm. I’d put it ba
