Burning Desire

by Marie Harte

  Enthused all over again about the project, she walked deeper into the bay, looked around, then lay down on her back and looked up through her camera at a world that needed to be captured.

  ***

  Tex watched as Bree lay down on the cement floor and cringed, hoping she didn’t get any stains on her clothes. Then again, her canvas jacket looked as if it had taken a beating or two in its life, the darker brown able to hide a few stains.

  Bree looked damn good. Dressed in jeans, knee-high, chocolate-brown boots, and a plain red shirt, she looked both casual and chic lying there. Her hair wasn’t spread around her head though, the way he’d imagined it looking over his pillow when she finally realized the error of her ways and stopped resisting him.

  “What the hell is she doing?” Hernandez asked, having joined them to wash the engine.

  “She’s looking amazing, that’s what she’s doing,” Mack murmured. “Wow, I had no idea how much I loved blonds.”

  “Shut up, Mack.” Tex shouldered his way past the gaping men around him. “Um, Bree, how much longer you think you’ll be down there?”

  She seemed lost in her own little world as she snapped picture after picture with that camera that had to cost a fortune. At his voice, she turned to him and kept taking pics.

  He didn’t know if he should strike a pose or what, but he didn’t want to look cheesy in front of the guys, so he kept his game face on and waited for her to answer.

  When she continued to say nothing, he frowned. “You in there or what?”

  “Talk, dark, and annoyed. I love that look. Keep frowning.”

  The others guffawed.

  He shot them that look before extending a hand to her. “Okay, photo lady. Let’s get you up and inside before you get run over on a call.”

  She took his hand, hers so much smaller than his, and accepted help to her feet. “Thanks.” She waved at everyone. Heck, the only people on shift not down here were Brad, the LT, Marcus, and…nope, Beanie just entered the bay.

  Bree smiled. “Hi, everyone. I’m—”

  Tex interrupted. “Ma’am, this is my job.” Her brows drew close in a scowl, so he hastened to say, “Fellas, this is Bree Gilchrist, the professional photographer assigned to take pictures for the next two weeks. She’s gonna be in and out, so let’s extend her every courtesy.” He focused on Hernandez and Wash. “You get me? Or heads are gonna roll.”

  Wash snorted. “Whatevah.” He smiled at Bree, all warm and personal, his northeastern accent thick. “Hey there, Bree. We know you from the photoshoot you did for Pets Fur Life. Remember us?”

  Hernandez scooted past Wash and let loose a wide, welcoming grin. The bastard. “Yo, Ms. Gilchrist, nice to see you again.”

  Bree smiled back sunnily at everyone, chatting about how much fun she’d had on the calendar shoot, how lovely it was to see them again, and how excited she was to blah, blah, blah.

  Tex lost his patience when Brad joined them and had the nerve to start flirting. And he had his own woman to think about!

  Cutting through the herd to guide her where she needed to be, Tex gave his old border collie a run for his money by separating Bree from her many admirers. Fuckin’ sheep.

  Reggie didn’t smile, but his eyes were laughing as he met Tex’s gaze.

  Jackass, Tex mouthed. He cleared his throat and said to Bree, “Well, we’d best see you to the lieutenant so he doesn’t think I’m not doing my job.” He tried his best not to appear annoyed with his friends and the rest of the C shift dicks.

  “Oh, sorry. Yes, let’s go see Ed. I mean, Lieutenant O’Brien.”

  He knew the LT had a deeper relationship with Chief Gilchrist than mere professionalism. Proven when Bree called him by his first name. Tex and Bree walked to the stairway, and Tex shot the others the finger behind his back as they went, ending with some unfortunate name-calling aimed his way.

  Bree paused on the stairs. “Did someone just call you a diesel dick?”

  “Nah. That’s just the guys messing with each other. Not me. I get along with everyone.”

  She shot him a disbelieving glance but didn’t call him on it. “Yeah, sure. Though I’m not sure what a diesel dick is.”

  “Me neither.” They continued up the stairs. “So how do you know my lieutenant?” Ed wasn’t funny about what the guys called him, as long as it was mostly clean. But Tex had always felt weird about calling the guy by his first name. Years in the Marine Corps had made working within a chain of command a natural state of being, and he’d never called a superior officer by his first name.

  “Oh, he and Dad have been friends for years. They were in the same squad for a while, I think, though my dad had more time in service. If Ed decides to try for promotion to a battalion chief or higher, I bet he’ll get it.”

  “Yeah, but I can’t see Ed wanting all that goes with the position. I could be wrong, but I don’t think so.”

  She agreed, coming to the top of the stairs. “He’s more of a hands-on guy. My dad is too. It kills him sometimes that he’s not in the thick of things. Running the scheduling and training for the battalion takes all of his time.”

  “I’ll bet.” Nah, Tex wouldn’t want that headache either. Though the commensurate salary would be nice. “So, before we get to the lieutenant, this hallway leads to the common area and kitchen. And farther down is the weight room. But if you go this way”—he turned them left instead of right—“you get LT and the admin office. Down the hall that wraps around are the sleeping quarters.”

  She nodded. “And you guys have four shifts, eight people per shift, right?”

  “Yep. Lieutenant O’Brien leads A and C shift. Our other lieutenant, Sue Arthur, leads B and D. Sue’s great.” And not his commander, thus he had no problem calling her by her first name. “She’s pretty tough.”

  “She’d have to be, surrounded by so much testosterone.” Bree snorted and turned to see Ed coming from the kitchen. She brushed by Tex’s shoulder, and a waft of floral shampoo washed over him, stirring a predictable warmth within.

  Ed saw Bree, and pleasure lit up his usually hard-nosed expression. “Well, well. Bree Gilchrist. You get prettier every time I see you.”

  Tex watched in awe as Ed had Bree blushing and protesting his compliment, her sweet side out in full force. Ed kissed her cheek and led her into his office, completely ignoring Tex standing right behind her.

  He sighed and followed them inside.

  “Shut the door, would you?”

  After shutting the door, Tex sat next to Bree, across from Ed.

  “This is a real pleasure. We’re excited to have you featuring the department for your project. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, water? I just made a fresh pot of coffee, if you want the good stuff.”

  Tex grimaced. Who the hell had let the LT near the coffee machine?

  Bree settled her camera bag gently on the floor beside her. “Well, I had coffee earlier, but I could go for another.”

  Ed snapped his fingers and pointed at Tex. “Grab her a cup, would you?”

  Bree gave him her prettiest fake smile. “With cream and sugar please.”

  I got something sweet I’d love to give you, sprang immediately to mind, his thoughts around Bree never far from sex. But a glance at Ed’s narrowing gaze had him biting back anything but a polite, “Sure thing, Bree.”

  Fetch this. Do that. He could tell it would be best for him if they did a lot of their picture taking on the go, away from the station house. “You sure you want our coffee? It’s pretty strong.”

  She raised a brow, her attitude condescending. God, she made him hot. “Thanks so much, cowboy, but I can handle manly coffee. Who the heck do you think made the stuff while I was growing up? My dad.”

  “Suit yourself.” He left and returned to find them discussing the station and its inner workings.

  He
handed Bree her drink and sat down to watch. She didn’t disappoint, her eyes wide and watering as she forced down a large gulp.

  “Good stuff, eh?”

  She cautiously glanced at Ed and worked up a smile. “Oh, great.”

  Ed nodded. “Told you I know a good cuppa joe.”

  “Huh. Seems to me her eyes are watering.” Tex fought back a grin.

  “Right.” Bree coughed. “Okay, so, Ed, you were telling me about C shift and why you think they’re the worst of the bunch.”

  Tex frowned. “Come on, LT. You don’t mean that.”

  Ed chuckled. “Well, I guess I don’t. Maybe. What with Brad getting us all that publicity with Searching the Needle Weekly, the calendar with supposedly ‘hot’ firefighters, and now you helping Bree out, C shift does seem to be the most popular group at the station.”

  Bree eased her camera out and took a few shots of Ed, who flushed.

  “Don’t take pictures of me. No one wants to see that.”

  Tex nodded. “Yeah, no one wants to see that.”

  “Shut it, McGovern.”

  Bree couldn’t hide her grin as she stood and moved around the office, taking photos of Ed…and Tex. “Don’t mind the camera. I’m taking a ton of photos today. Probably ninety percent of which I won’t keep.”

  That relaxed Ed. “Good. Although the boss would love to see me in a picture not holding a beer.”

  “By ‘boss,’ he doesn’t mean the captain,” Tex explained. “He means the woman he married.”

  Ed winked at Bree. Ed’s wife had Ed by the ’nads. A funny woman, but damn, Tex understood why the lieutenant had to bring the heat at work. He needed to be in charge somewhere in his life.

  “What do you guys think I should concentrate on with my photos?” Snap. Bree took another photo of Tex, and this time he smiled at the camera.

  Ed shrugged. “You’re the artist. You tell us.”

  “People,” Tex said.

  She turned to him and lowered her camera. “Which people? C Shift?”

  He shook his head. “Our job is helping people, being a part of the community. Hell, tying the community together. Sure, take shots of Mack doing CPR or Nat hosing down a fire. But get the old lady who needs her cat out of a tree—and yeah, that actually happens. Or the kid crying because he broke his arm and didn’t catch the ball. Get the public in your shots, because without them, there’s no us.”

  Ed stared at him.

  “What?”

  “I can’t believe all that came out of your mouth.”

  That Bree looked just as amazed annoyed him. “I keep telling everyone I’m not just a pretty face,” he grumbled.

  Bree blinked. “Huh.”

  “What now?” he snapped.

  Ed’s gaze narrowed.

  “You might actually be smarter than Mack and Brad said you were.”

  Tex sat up straighter and cocked back the brim of his ballcap. “Just when did they tell you I had rocks for brains? I’m a dang genius.”

  “So succinct,” Ed muttered. “Wait, don’t answer him, Bree. This sounds like a lengthy conversation if it involves Tex’s brain capacity.”

  Tex held back a snarl. Barely.

  Ed smirked at him. “I actually need to get back to work. I just wanted to welcome you to Station 44 and let you know that we’re here to help. Anything you need, anything at all”—he paused to eyeball Tex—“and we’ll get it for you.”

  “Even one of your burly guys’ phone numbers?” Bree wiggled her brows.

  “Who?” Tex asked.

  Ed’s expression grew dark. Really dark.

  Bree had the temerity to laugh. “God, I’m kidding. If you only knew how many times my father has drilled into my head to keep away from flirty firemen.” She chuckled. “Sorry. That wasn’t professional at all. But Dad did tell me he’d give me twenty bucks if I could shake the unshakeable Ed O’Brien.”

  Tex felt weak from relief and refused to consider why. “Good one. I’ll be your witness. The LT can’t seem to close his mouth.”

  Ed’s jaw snapped shut. He pointed an accusing finger at Bree. “Just you watch your step, missy, or I’ll tell Charlie you’re misbehaving.”

  “Charlie?” Tex looked from Ed to Bree. Shoot. Was Bree dating some civilian?

  “Her stepmom.” Ed looked smug. “She’s as protective as John.” Ed chuckled. “I aim to follow the Gilchrist way as my kids get older. No dating and nothing but straight As and schoolwork to keep them happy and healthy.”

  “Poor kids,” Tex drawled.

  “And you, keep your distance. Already Ed Jr. is begging for his own Stetson and going around the house saying howdy and calling me ‘hoss’.” Ed rolled his eyes.

  Tex laughed. “That’s what you get when you bring your kids around on field trips. We educate ’em somethin’ good. Wait till he tells you what I told him about girls and cooties.”

  Ed tried to stifle a grin, but Tex saw it.

  Bree shook her head. “And we’re done here.” She was laughing as she stowed her gear. “Thanks for lending me one of yours, Ed. I’ll make sure I don’t get him in any trouble.”

  “See that you don’t.” He harrumphed. They all stood, but before Tex could follow Bree out the door, Ed snagged his arm. “And you don’t get her in any trouble. Clear?”

  “As mud. Ow. Easy, LT. I got you. Damn.”

  For an older guy, Ed still packed a punch. Tex rubbed his arm, tipped his hat at his boss, then scooted after the fast-moving blond.

  Chapter Five

  The nice thing about having a fireman for a father was that Bree didn’t need Tex to explain everything about how the units functioned. For example, she knew that every firefighter in Seattle had to be an emergency medical technician, an EMT, first. They did BLS—basic life support—and used the aid vehicles, what looked like ambulances but were assigned to the station houses, not hospitals. Paramedics, on the other hand, were sparse and served in the medic trucks, doing ALS—advanced life support.

  Seattle had five battalions of firefighters and thirty-three stations—now thirty-four with the addition of Station 44—around the city, plus Medic One at Harborview Medical Center, which housed the paramedics.

  The city didn’t use volunteers, and all the men and women in service had worked their tails off to get into the fire department, which held an impressive wait list of people wanting to serve.

  “So why firefighting?” she asked as Tex pulled them back into the parking lot later that night. They’d spent the day driving to several stations, letting her look around, play with the angles and lighting, and try to get a feel for what she wanted to do. No big fire emergencies had been called in, so she’d laid a rough groundwork for what she wanted to do the next day.

  He parked and looked at her. “You really want to know?”

  “I asked you the question, didn’t I?” They’d had a mostly pleasant day, all of it professional—if she discounted the way he studied her when he didn’t think she was looking. They’d shared a lunch at a popular sandwich shop, but other than that break, they’d been either driving, stuck in traffic, or at different stations.

  “How about we do dinner and I’ll tell you all about it?”

  Since Tex was on a special duty with her for the next two weeks, he’d be working her hours, mostly nine to five or six in the evening, unless she wanted night shots or a major fire happened.

  “Dinner sounds…”

  “Not too personal,” he finished for her. “You heard everyone warn me to be good, right? No screwing around. I’m here to help you do your job and to make us look good in the process.” He smiled.

  Her heart raced. Damn it.

  “You can say no, obviously, and I’m fine with going home alone.”

  “Alone, really?” Had that just popped out of her mouth? Really?
/>   “I’m normally working today and off for the next ninety-six hours. But now I have to readjust. Dating’s the last thing on my mind, darlin’.”

  She should have corrected him on “darlin’,” but he’d been so good all day. It had unnerved her. She kept waiting for him to try to con her into a kiss, a date, or something more inappropriate.

  And damn it that she felt upset he hadn’t tried anything. So contrary to feel so stupid.

  “Actually, I’m going to go home and take a look at what I shot today.”

  He cocked his head. “Really? More work?”

  “This is the fun part. Well, taking the shots is fun, but looking through everything and culling the worst gives me a clearer picture.”

  He frowned. “I thought you were just playing around today. You’re gonna keep some of those pictures?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  He just looked at her, and she wondered how he felt about being the star of several of her shots. Not because she had the hots for him but because the camera did. Having been on both sides of the camera for a good portion of her life, she knew when a person had “it.” Tex definitely had it in heaps and bounds.

  “Huh.” He scratched his temple, then set his hat firmly over his head. “Well, I won’t keep you. Nine again tomorrow morning?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll swing by to pick you up, okay? No reason to bring your car. I’m not even using my truck. I’ll be using this in case a major call comes in.”

  “Oh, right. Please call me if something happens.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  She felt like an idiot for stating the obvious and felt her cheeks heat. “Yes, well, um, I’d better go.”

  “You sure you don’t want dinner? It’s on me.”

  She wanted to say yes. She said no instead. “Another time.”

  “No problem.”