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car. Although every time I had to fill up the gas tank on the car, my heart palpitated.
    I had to wait to get out of the station’s lot because the tones dropped for a house fire in a residential district on the north side of town. The fire truck left first, followed shortly by the ambulance. I was glad I didn’t catch that call. Fires were no fun, and they were time consuming. There was a lot of sitting around and waiting, which for me, was hard.
    I had what they call ADHD. I was an awful child, and I fully admitted it. I couldn’t help it though, and my parents knew that. I’d gotten help when I was young, and luckily, the medication had worked well on me. Allowed me to focus better. To this day, I still took medication. If I didn’t, I couldn’t function.
    Some of the side effects of the disease remained, despite the medication. For instance, my inability to focus for long periods of time. PCRs were the absolute worst in my book, but over the years, I’d trained myself to get them done in between calls, which helped me at the end of the day so I didn’t have to write out ten reports. I’d learned that the hard way.
    Then there was my chronic lateness, distractibility, and disorganization. Those three things had cost me my last boyfriend.
    My life with Jackson, my ex, was more like a soap opera. There were a few times, okay a lot of times, that I stood Jackson up for dinner. Not because I was doing it on purpose, but I became distracted either at home, or at work, and I just didn’t realize the time. Then there were the times I was sitting right next to him, and he would talk, or explain something, and I just didn’t hear him.
    He thought I didn’t care, and I got frustrated that Jackson refused to understand that I had a disease, not that I didn’t care. I did care. A lot. However, Jackson lost the desire to try after I continued to be myself.
    I was devastated the night, eight months ago, when I’d gone on a call to a woman who had an allergic reaction to shrimp, and found Jackson sitting at a table with a leggy blonde practically curled around him.
    He’d had lipstick on his neck and cheek, and I’d died a little inside when Jackson saw me, knew that I’d seen him with the blonde. Then he proceeded to curl his arm around the woman, kissing her just like he’d done to me earlier that evening.
    It took me a month of moping after I moved my stuff to realize I couldn’t stay in Casper any longer. My father and mother had completely understood, and I’d gone to Texas, into the open arms of my big brother. Although I couldn’t say I’d been happy here, I also couldn’t say that I didn’t like it either.
    I’d been just drifting along for the last six months.
    That is, until I’d barged in on a sexy biker. This last week was the best I’d felt in months. Sebastian had woken something inside of me that’d been buried for nearly a year now, and I was ecstatic.

Chapter 3
    They know how to handle big...hoses.
    -Why you should date a firefighter
    Baylee
    “You ready to go inside, pretty girl?” I asked Katy as I helped her out of her car seat.
    I’d been adamant with Luke. Katy needed to be in a child safety seat at the age of four. Luke had argued with me that the doctor had said she didn’t have to be anymore, and then I’d pulled out my war stories, relating what happened to children who weren’t restrained properly.
    I had many stories. With over eight years of experience in traffic accidents of all kinds, there were many things I looked at with detachment that it was comical.
    Until it came to a kid.
    Then nothing about the situation was comical.
    The day I was no longer affected when it comes to a child, was the day I’d hang up my keys.
    “Yes, LeeLee.” Katy said, reaching her arms up high to be picked up.
    I lifted the tiny little sprite of a girl into my arms, and then cursed when she couldn’t find her cup. “Where’s your cup at?”
    “I dropped it.” She said with her twinkly