Rekindle by Morgan Nicole, Murphy Rae Read Free Book Online

down and presses his lips to my cheek, leaving a soft kiss there. He straightens and looks right in my eyes. “I’ve missed you, M&M. So much.”
    “You too, Rhett.” I grab him in a hug and tuck myself under his chin. He wraps his strong arms around me and squeezes tightly. I reluctantly let go and back away. “Goodnight,” I say, grabbing the door.
    “Goodnight, M. Sweet dreams. I’m looking forward to Saturday.” He smiles one more time before he turns to leave.
    “Me too,” I reply. “Me too,” I say again, to myself this time. 

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Rhett
     
    “Man, I hope they find this arsonist soon. They seem to only be starting small fires right now, but the dumbass is forgetting that any fire can be deadly and they spread very fucking quickly. One day, someone is gonna get hurt, if not killed, in the process of this asshole trying to make some sort of statement.” Micah huffs in frustration.
    “I know. I was just getting the rundown from Tanner. They gotta find this fucker soon, before worse damage is done,” I tell Micah as we head in to check all of our equipment for the day.
    Micah nods in agreement as we start our routine.
     

     
    The day seemed to be moving along rather smoothly. I guess I should learn to never get comfortable or think that we’re going to have a good day. Just five minutes ago, we were called to the scene of an accident. Not just any accident—a tragic one. Drunk driver falls asleep at the wheel and veers into oncoming traffic, hitting a mom in a minivan.
    By the time we arrive, there are already three police cars and an ambulance there. There is no time for thinking as we all jump and go to work, praying to God that we can do enough to keep these people alive.
    Luke and I rush to the lady in the minivan, who seems to be trapped inside and not in very good condition from what I can see. Micah and the rest of the crew rush over to the truck with the drunk driver inside.
    “Ma’am, ma’am, can you hear me? Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” I ask the lady in the car. I need to see if she’s coherent enough to understand me. While I’m checking on her, Luke is busy trying to figure out how we can go about getting her out of this tin can.
    She gasps from the pain but gives a slight nod of her head. “Ma’am, my name is Rhett, and this guy here is Luke. We’re here to get you out of this car, okay? I need you to do one thing for me, okay? I need you stay calm and try your best not to move. No matter what is going on, please try to stay as still as possible,” I say to her, my voice steady and holding as much calmness as I can muster. I see Luke mouth that we’re going to need the jaws to cut her out, and I walk out of hearing range so he can tell me what’s going on without terrifying her.
    “Man, it’s jammed tight; there is no way to get it open without using the jaws. She’s crushed in there. I’m gonna go fill in the paramedic. You just sit with her real quick and talk. Try to keep her heart rate as steady as possible. And Rhett,” he calls out to me. “Don’t let her go to sleep.”
    I nod my head and take a deep breath to control the emotions running through me.
    This is the part I hate about my job. I try and steady my breathing as I walk back around to her side of the van. As I round the back of the van, I see the remnants of a stick-family decal on the now cracked glass of her back window: two kids and a husband. I close my eyes and hope like hell we can save this woman’s life. She deserves to live. As I make it back to her window, I reach in and grab her hand.
    “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?”
    “M—Melinda” she says, barely audible, blood splattering the corner of her mouth.
    “Melinda, my friend Luke is going to use what we call the Jaws of Life to cut and pry this door open, so we can get you out and get you to a hospital so the doctors can patch you up, alright? It’s going to be really loud and scary, but I will