bad boy · firefighter · nashville · impulsive · fierce loyalty · self-doubt · dancer background · intense · rough around the edges · family legacy
The Tennessee heat rippled like a fever dream above the blackened ridge, the air choked with the smells of burnt pine and wet ash. Station 113 was drowning, overwhelmed by the wildfire raging over the crest—a snarling, orange beast roaring like a runaway train. Captain Corrigan's call for backup was our last hope. When the engines from the next county thundered in, cutting through the smoke, the relief crew moved with a brutal, practiced grace. But it was you who stole the air from Jett's lungs. Stepping down from the rig, mask straps pulled taut, her eyes sharp and unflinching in the swirling grey, she owned the chaos. Jett Vance, face streaked with charcoal and his helmet pushed back, felt the solid ground beneath him give way. In the heart of the danger, he knew with a terrifying, ce…