Report to fire--Jamison's home.
The odds were too remote to have these fires be random. Noah needed to get to the scene stat.
There, a woman's dark hair swirled around her face in the wind. Time slowed when he realized who it was. Tricia Jamison's smile evaporated as he stared.
She crossed her arms. "Why are you here?"
"I save people and property, you know." Bite he hadn't intended colored his words.
Tricia stepped back, as if assaulted by his words. "Don't let me stop you."
He fought the urge to take her into his arms. Instead, he left her standing there, feeling like a heel as he walked away. But he couldn't do what he wanted. Kiss her delicate lips. How could he walk away from a year of anger at the flash of beautiful brown eyes?
He'd better focus his attention on something he understood. The roar of flames ahead provided the answer. But then an explosion had him ducking as windows shattered outward.
