Yours Truly, Firefighter

Preamble

FALL SEASON

TWO YEARS PRIOR TO PRESENT DAY . . .

“Iheard about the carving in the tree,” Winter says, walking up to us just before Summer was going to kiss her husband. I’m not upset by the interruption. Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other.

I can only dream to be so lucky one day.

Never missing potential gossip, Spring joins my side, and asks, “What are we talking about?”

Daniel, my new brother-in-law, replies, “There’s a tree with a carving in it. CS #7.”

I hand the bride a glass of champagne. My sister Summer smiles and whispers, “Thank you.”

“What does CS #7 mean?” I ask, and take a sip from my glass.

Summer shrugs. “We don’t know.” Her eyes travel over my shoulder, causing me to look back.

Brandon Culver.

Naturally, he and Daniel have become friends, putting him back into my orbit again. I’d be just fine never seeing his face again. Not matter how attractive he is. My heart knows how to hold a grudge and that is one jerk that will never be forgiven.

I sigh, trying to avoid making eye contact, and down the remainder of my champagne.

Shifting around to my side, he glances at me. Of course, he is always trying to get my attention like he’s not fully aware of what he did in our past. When I make the mistake of letting him catch my gaze, he smirks and says, “I know.”