Rolling out of bed, I slip on some clothes to take Capone for a walk. Then I need to get in the shower and over to the Station.
There’s a firefighter I need to see about building a relationship with.
When I get to the firehouse, I tentatively walk inside the large bay doors that are open. Thankfully, I see Tim standing there talking to another firefighter. He glances up and sees me, offering a warm smile.
He walks up and says, “Hey Ro-Ro.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Ro-Ro? Since when am I Ro-Ro?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. You just all of a sudden seemed like a Ro-Ro. Looking for Flynn?”
I nod. “If he’s available.”
Chuckling, he starts to walk toward the back of the bay. “I have a feeling he’s always available to you.”
I don’t move and he glances over his shoulder. “Well, come on in... we don’t bite.”
Giving him a shy smile, I say, “I know... I’ll just wait here though. I want to talk to him in private.”
“Ah,” he says in understanding. “A little dirty talk, huh?”
Snorting, I say, “Yeah... that’s so not it.”
“Okay, hold tight and I’ll go get him.”
I walk up to the fire engine closest to me, admiring the gleaming silver and shiny red paint. Several sets of turnout gear line up near the wall with the helmets hanging on pegs above.
Over the past few months, Flynn has taken a lot of time to satisfy my curiosity about his career. I’m always fascinated when he comes home from his shift, anxious to hear about all the exciting things he’s done. Some of it scares me... the personal danger he is in, but I’m also extremely proud of what he does for a living.
And let’s face it... firefighters are hot!
I start chuckling to myself over that thought and start imagining Flynn in his turnout pants and suspenders, with nothing else on underneath. My face flushes warm and I wonder... if I can put us back on track… could I talk him in to that.
Oh yeah, knowing Flynn... he’s game.
“Hey,” he says softly from behind me.
He’s wearing his regular uniform of navy blue utility pants tucked into black boots. His navy FDNY t-shirt fits tightly across his chest and I can see the tattoos on his biceps peeking out. His hazel eyes watch me warily and his arms cross over his chest, maybe to protect his heart.
He doesn’t look welcoming but I didn’t expect much to be honest.
“How’s work going?” I ask.
Lame-ass!
“Good. Thanks.”
“Well... I wanted to stop by and thank you... for going to Texas... for bringing my mom back with you.”
Smiling, he shrugs his shoulders. “It was nothing. You would have done the same, I’m sure.”
“Yes,” I tell him simply. “I would have.”
Flynn glances down to his boots and when he looks back up, he takes a few steps forward. Casually leaning one arm on the truck, he asks, “So, how did it go last night?”
Taking a deep breath, I say, “It went good actually. We talked for hours. It was... healing to hear the things she had to say.”
“I’m sorry your dad couldn’t give that to you.”
“I’m not. I know he never had it in himself to give.”
Flynn nods in understanding. “I think you’re right. But remember this—he’s alone and has no one. That’s what you get when you don’t have love.”
I wince internally because damn if that isn’t a pointed jab at me, although I know Flynn probably didn’t mean it that way.
“I’m going out to dinner with mom and Peter tonight.”
“That’s good. I’m happy for you that things are working. And Peter, nice guy, right?”
“Yeah, it’s weird. I like have a stepfather now. And can you believe they have a Berner? I mean, what are the chances of that?”
Laughing, Flynn says, “I know. I about died when I saw their dog. Crazy.”
We both chuckle a little and then lapse into an awkward silence. This is killing me... this friendly banter. Which is completely ironic, since this is how we would normally interact when we were just friends.
But now it seems so empty and cold. It doesn’t fulfill me in the way I thought it would. It makes me realize that what I could have had with Flynn would have been so much better.
Flynn just stares at me, waiting for me to say something.
“Are you going to come back home at the end of this shift?” I blurt out with an underlying tone of begging, which... okay... I’m swallowing my pride here.
Flynn glances away with guilt in his eyes, and then looks back to me. His eyes are sad. “I think I’m going to stay at Tim’s for a little while longer. You know... give you some space. Figure things out.”
“Oh,” I say, my voice low and dejected. “Okay.”
I wait and he doesn’t say anything more. My heart is heavy but I put a smile on my face. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to work. I just wanted to drop by and thank you for what you did with my parents. You’re a good man, Flynn.”
His smile is warm but it doesn’t reach all the way to me. It’s polite, with some satisfaction that he completed a job well done. “Sure thing. I’ll catch you around.”
He turns away from me and the minute he can’t see my face, it falls, the smile disappearing into a world of hurt that’s going on in my heart right now. I turn around, walking dejectedly from the station.
The man I love is slipping away, sliding through my grasp, and I tried my damnedest not to let it happen.
Except... I didn’t lay everything out on the table.
Spinning around, I see Flynn just about to walk through a door in the back.
“Flynn!” I yell out to him.
He turns but doesn’t make a move toward me. The door he was about to go through opens, and a few fireman come through, walking over to the truck we had been standing near. I watch for a moment as they open up a few compartments to place items inside.
He looks at me with question. He doesn’t come any closer and he’s not going to make this easy on me.
I take a deep breath and decide to jump in with both feet. “Do you still love me?”
The two firefighters standing there look up at me in surprise. They then glance over to Flynn and I follow their gaze. He starts walking toward me, and I’m mesmerized by a lazy smile that slides into place.
“You know I do,” he says, having to talk loud so I can hear him.
The two firefighters now turn completely away from the truck, and lean back against it, absolutely content to forgo their duties and watch this drama play out.
Swallowing hard, and letting my nervousness go, I start walking to meet him halfway. When I stop just before him, he looks down at me with his beautiful eyes, and I say, “Good. Because it seems I may have been remiss in telling you the same thing.”
Flynn’s eyes flash hot and I see joy filter in. His dimple pops out before the smile even fully takes over his face.
“You love me?” he asks in wonder.
“I do. You’re my hero, Flynn Caldwell. Not because you pulled me out of a fire, but because you pushed me into love. It’s for that reason I love you.”
His hand reaches out and tucks a stray lock behind my ear. He then cups the back of my head, just staring at me. “And when did you come to this realization?”
“Oh, only about two hours after you walked out of my life. The pain was unbearable. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I let you down.”
“You never let me down, Rowan. You just took a while to learn not to fear love.”
“I don’t fear it now,” I tell him boldly.
He gazes at me... a long, deep look of devotion. “I love you, Rowan. Always.”