Setting the scene…
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Smoldering Embers
It was that time of year for brush up training at the Fire Station in Medford Oregon
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Previously
…His touch was firm, possessive, a silent promise. The calloused skin of his palm, still bearing the faint scent of smoke and sweat, sent a jolt of warmth through her. Her fingers curled around his, a silent affirmation. The firehouse, with its familiar routines and its ever-present scent of diesel and exhaust, was no longer just a workplace. It was the crucible where their relationship had been forged, a place where the smoldering embers of their attraction had ignited into a steady, enduring flame. The alarms might ring, the emergencies might call, but now, they would face them together, their shared heat a constant, unwavering force.