Flashback

looked over. Whatever he saw made his jaw go tight and his eyes, grim. Then he backed Kenzie to a corner and gently pushed her down until she was sitting there, her back to the wall, facing the opened door to the only exit. “I’m going-”

“No.” She gripped his arms, digging her fingers into the muscles there.

“Kenzie-”

“No!” Icy, terrifying fear overcame her as she stared at the smoke now pouring out through the opened door. “There’s a fire down there!”

He didn’t say it, he didn’t have to.

“I already hear sirens. They’re coming to put out the fire. It’s going to be okay. But I have to go help. This roof won’t be safe to be on for long.”

“I know.”

With his eyes reflecting the torment he felt at leaving her, he pried her fingers from his arms.

“Come right back,” she ordered.

“Okay.”

“And stay safe, you hear me?”

“I will.”

“And Blake. Bring me Blake.”

“I promise.” He held her gaze for one beat, letting her see into his heart and soul. He never made promises, never, and yet he did now, to her, which meant more than anything he’d ever done. Pretending to be brave, she nodded and then sagged back, covering her face with her hands so she couldn’t see the smoke pouring out of the doorway as he vanished into it.

Dammit, she really needed a new script. Aidan was probably worrying about her instead of completely focusing on the fire-and that was dangerous. She forced her eyes open, glued her gaze to the black doorway. He had saved her life on Blake’s boat, and that had been amazing, but she could have saved herself. She knew how to swim.

And she could save herself this time.

All she had to do was get past her fear. Any second now…

The sirens were louder now, and that reached her somehow. Tommy was probably nearly here, too. She got to her feet, wiped the sweat from her eyes and headed to her uncle. He’d hit his head on the A/C vent. Turning her back on him, she headed toward the door. “You’re a coward,” she told herself. “You’re fine, you’re fine…” She kept up the mantra as she entered the dark doorway. Unable to breathe through the smoke, she pulled her shirt up over her mouth and took another step.

And then it happened. The floor beneath her rumbled, the walls shimmied and shook, and she froze as a second explosion hit, flinging her against a wall. Then the power flickered and went off, leaving her in complete darkness.

Oh, God.

Sitting up, she felt for the railing and pushed herself upright. She was okay. Relatively speaking, anyway.

Just as she began heading down again, the stairs beneath her began rumbling, but not with yet another explosion. This time it was pounding footsteps as someone ran up the stairs, and then reached out toward her. “Kenzie?”

“Blake? Ohmigod, Blake, you’re okay-”

“Where is he? The chief?” he demanded.

“On the roof.”

“Stay here,” he commanded. “Stay right here!” And then he rushed up and out.

Like hell. She was going to be proactive this time, dammit. She was rewriting this script her way. And when it was over, she was going to write scripts all damn day long to her heart’s content. And eat donuts. Yeah, lots of donuts. Heart pounding, she stumbled after her brother. Bursting back out on the roof, she was horrified to see that part of it had begun to cave in, with flames flickering out from underneath. And standing far too close to that area was Blake, facing off with the chief.

“No,” she cried, just as Aidan came out the doorway behind her, looking as if he’d been in a car wreck, all torn and bloody, calling her name hoarsely.

“You’re hurt,” she cried, rushing to his side.

“The explosion kicked me down the stairs.” He hugged her tight, not taking his eyes off the chief and Blake. “I’m okay.”

It was like a bad movie, playing in slow motion as the chief leaped for the edge of the roof, and Blake leaped for him the best he could, wrestling him to the ground.

Flames shot up through the floor at all of them and Kenzie screamed, trying to get close to her brother, but Aidan had a hold of her, even though he was the one with torn clothing and blood seeping from his various injuries, all covered in soot.

On the ground now, Blake rolled with the chief, the two of them still throwing punches.

“Stay back,” Aidan told her, holding onto her. “The flames-”

They were licking at them from all angles now, but suddenly, from below, they were hit with water. Streams of it, coming up from the street.

The fire trucks had arrived, and none too soon as the flames forced Kenzie and Aidan back from yet another cave-in.

“Hold still, you son of a bitch,” Blake growled out to the chief, who was trying to crawl free and get to the edge of the roof.

Aidan tried to move around the flames to help Blake with the chief, but suddenly he wavered, then sank to his knees.

“Aidan!”

“Yeah. Think maybe I hit my head before.” He blinked at her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “There’s three of you.”

“Oh, God.” She touched the gash along his temple, which was bleeding freely. “Hold still!”

“Not a problem.”

A ladder and bucket came into view over the roofline, lifted by a crane from below. It held two firefighters, who took one look at Blake and staggered to a shocked halt.

“Later,” Blake yelled at them. “I’ll explain later! Aidan’s down and we need Tommy and some cuffs. Tell me someone has some cuffs!”

IT ACTUALLY WASN’T THAT EASY, nothing ever was, Kenzie thought. Hours later, they were all sitting around Aidan’s hospital bed, where he was being held overnight, thanks to a concussion.

The chief had been taken to jail, which was such a huge town scandal that Tommy had left to prepare for a press conference. Sheila was sitting in a chair, her wrist in a sling. It was her only injury, but the cafe was a complete loss. Dustin was next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Cristina was there, too, holding a bucket full of money from emergency personnel on the scene who’d already poured some of their support into it for Sheila.

“I could go to Hawaii with all that.” Tears were thick in Sheila’s voice.

“Or you could rebuild,” Aidan said from flat on his back.

At the sound of his voice, Kenzie’s heart squeezed. He’d been so damn quiet, and she’d been so damn worried.

On the other side of Aidan’s bed, Blake stirred. “The chief’s in custody,” he told Aidan. “And he’s not going to get off easy.”

Aidan’s gaze tracked to Kenzie. “I don’t want to get off easy, either.” He reached for her hand. “Not tonight, or any night.”

She gripped his fingers tightly and pressed them to her aching heart. He was talking, but not making any sense. She hadn’t taken a full breath since they’d taken him for X-rays and she didn’t take one now. “I’ll go get your nurse-”

“No.” His grip was like iron. “I’m not crazy.”

“I know-”

“Listen to me. You pulled it off, you broke my damn heart. We’re even.”

Oh, God, and now he was delirious. “Aidan-”