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Colorado State Patrol - 9. Burnt Down
I’m not quite sure how I ended up in this position; I guess it’s all my idiotic neighbor’s fault. One week the silly girl goes away, her pipes freeze when the temperature drops, and service is cut to the rest of the building until the plumbers inspect every unit. Maybe I shouldn’t complain too much about that. I mean, I did end up playing with the plumber’s tools the entire weekend.
“Get up, Troop! You have to be at work in a couple of hours and we’re going to the gym first.” Damn! What a cruel man. Here I am, all cozy in a cocoon made of blankets, and he yanks them all off in one swoop. Bastard!
The banging on the door, in the middle of the night a few weeks later, was once again the result of her being a space cadet. I was to find out later she’d fallen asleep, leaving several lit candles burning, which started the blaze. While still groggy, I opened the door to a set of bright blue eyes I noticed swept up and down my naked body.
“Sir, the building’s on fire, you have to leave now. Throw on some clothes and take the stairs, we’ve locked the elevators.” Marshall wore his protective gear, all that could be seen through his helmet’s visor were those bright blue eyes and the thickest mustache in the world.
I pulled on jeans, grabbed my heavy coat, a pair of sneakers, my phone, wallet, and firearm, before hurrying down the three flights of stairs leading to the parking lot. The flames were contained quickly, the damage from them limited to three units. But all four floors were evacuated, and we weren’t allowed back inside.
“Buddy, if that’s your patrol car you’re leaning against, I’ll be glad to take you back inside your place to get a uniform to wear.” Marshall had come over to me, the front of his coat open, revealing a sweat-soaked t-shirt spread over a broad chest.
While my unit wasn’t ravaged by flames, there was significant smoke and water damage. Planning to spend the remainder of the evening in a motel and skip work the next day, I grabbed toiletries and walked back to my car with the firefighter escorting me. The man kept a hand on my lower back from the moment he met me.
“Listen, I’m not sure where you plan on going right now,” Marshall whispered to me so no one else could hear. “Why don’t you come back to my place and crash there. It’ll be a couple of days before your apartment is cleaned, you can stay with me until you’re ready to move back.”
Well, the fire was six months ago, I haven’t moved back yet. Since then, the position I find myself in most nights is on my back. With my legs spread, and my firefighting daddy on top of me. Life’s good right now.
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