Kari Sullivan’s in a dry spell so dry it requires its own Red Flag warning; just ask her friends. When they take her out and make it their mission to get her laid, she bumps into an old flame wearing nothing but turnout pants. Kari’s got an apartment with no heat. Sam Morrison’s got a bed with fire truck sheets. One thing’s for sure: it’s going to take a lot of courage for him to answer this call of duty.
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This story is dedicated to first responders everywhere. (Most especially Rob, who will never, ever, read this.)