39. Epilogue
Epilogue
IZZY
I parked my car in front of the firehouse and gathered the bags of food from the back seat before getting out. I enjoyed preparing lunch or dinner for the guys when I was able to. I knew they all appreciated it, and it gave me a chance to spend time with Logan when he was on shift.
As I made my way toward the door of the firehouse, Lyla jumped out of the back of the ambulance that was parked in front of the bay.
She sent me a smile. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
“Bringing lunch for the guys.” I shifted the bag in my left arm. “They’re still not back yet?”
Logan had texted almost an hour ago saying they were finishing up, and I dropped the girls off at Maggie’s with her new nanny before coming straight here.
“No, they’re still at the old Miller farm. Should be back any minute, though. They were wrapping up when we left.” She reached her arms out. “Here, I’ll help you carry all this up.”
I passed off a few of the bags and followed behind her. We put everything away in the fridge, just in case they got another call and didn’t make it back here right away.
“You and Mia all moved in?” I still wasn’t sure how they were sharing a one-bedroom. But both of them were looking for a place for different reasons. Mia was slightly more reluctant. Surprisingly, not about sharing a bedroom, but about the love curse everyone was convinced existed over the apartment. The guys wished Seth would take it. According to Logan, they thought getting laid would reduce his grumpiness. They were all ridiculous.
“Yeah, we finished moving everything in this weekend.” The tones of a call coming in blared loudly. “Duty calls,” she said with a smile before turning and heading back downstairs.
I stood frozen, listening to the dispatcher advise there was an active fire at the Miller farm. Logan and Lyla said the fire was out and they were wrapping up. Did it restart? When the dispatcher added that two were trapped inside, I gasped and began moving to the stairs that led down to the main floor. My heart took off at a sprint, beating hard in my chest. As I cleared the last step, the ambulance pulled away from the building.
I couldn’t sit here and wait. What if Logan was one of the ones trapped? I needed to know he was okay. I typically didn’t stress or worry about this stuff, but most of the time I didn’t know about the close calls until after it was over.
It took less than ten minutes to make it to the scene, but those short minutes felt like forever. I raced to where everyone was gathered, looking one way and then the other, trying to spot Logan.
“Izzy?”
I turned, and my body sagged in relief at the sight of him jogging toward me. “Oh, thank God,” I mumbled.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” he asked once he got closer.
I rushed into his arms and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him tight.
He chuckled. “Did you miss me that much?”
“I heard the call.” I pulled back to look up at him. “They said two people were stuck inside?”
His expression turned serious, and he pressed his lips against my forehead. “Not me. Seth and Violet.”
Oh no. I swallowed.
And if Violet was here, that meant she was collecting evidence. That meant the arsonist was at it again. Damn it. We were all hopeful that two months of quiet meant he was done. I turned toward the old farmhouse that was now almost completely engulfed in flames.
Logan draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side. The sound of wood splintering echoed around us a second before part of the house collapsed on one side. I leaned further into Logan’s side, comforted by his embrace, and sent a silent prayer up for Seth and Violet.
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