Page 7 of Packed in the Fire house

“Hey, I’m Blaze—yes, I know the name is hilarious, considering my job. What’s your name, sunshine?” he asked, his eyes raking over me and the way the other firefighter was hovering over me. His dark curls were falling in front of his face, damp with sweat as he beamed at me.

“My name is Sunny,” I croaked.

Blaze blinked a few times, his face breaking out into a gigantic grin. “Well, I think that’s the perfect name for you, sunshine.”

“His name is Luka, right?” the large, bulky firefighter asked.

“Yes,” I said, stroking Luka’s hair out of his face as he burrowed into my chest and into the firefighter’s jacket.

“Beautiful name,” he said in that gruff Cajun lilt.

“You haven’t told me your name,” I pointed out.

He looked at me, startled, like he was shocked that he’d forgotten to do that. “Rune. My name is Rune.”

Rune. The name suited him perfectly.

He didn’t make any moves to leave as the paramedics cleared me, insisting I rest and take it easy because my throat was going to be sore for a while.

“When can we get our stuff?” I asked, looking up at the building. The fire seemed to be winding down. The firefighters weren’t rushing around nearly as much, and there was considerably less smoke.

Rune frowned. “The building isn’t going to be safe to enter for at least a week or two.”

Crap. That was going to be an issue. As much as I wanted to stay and bask in the delicious scents of these two alphas, it was the middle of the night, and I needed to make a plan for my next steps. Luka needed to sleep, and exhaustion was weighing heavy on me as well.

“Do you have somewhere else you can go, sunshine?” Blaze asked, his voice full of concern, and I didn’t miss the way Rune’s grip on my arm tightened slightly.

Did I have anywhere to go? My only family was my brother, and usually, he would be there for me in an instant, but his life had been totally upended recently.

“M-my brother. Storm. Only… his omega just had a baby. I don’t think they have room for us, and I don’t want to impose when Kennedy is postpartum,” I mumbled.

“Storm? Your brother’s name is Storm?” Blaze chuckled. “Sunny and Storm?”

I nodded. “We’re twins, and our parents were total hippies. At least I got a semi-normal name.”

Rune chuckled. “Blaze, man, you can’t say jack about names. You’re a firefighter namedBlaze.”

The younger firefighter pouted. “I mean, I guess you’re right.” He sighed.

“I don’t know where to go,” I admitted in a small voice. I didn’t have much money, and most hotels were expensive in the local area.

“Usually there’s a shelter we can point people in the direction of…” Blaze said, but his voice was unsure.

“No.” Rune shook his head, a slight growl to his voice. “There’s no way she’s going there.”

Blaze nodded in agreement. “Yeah. It doesn’t seem right.”

“Not happening,” Rune repeated, giving Blaze a hard, almost angry look.

“Care to explain?” I asked in a croaky voice.

Blaze grimaced, shaking his head. “The shelter isn’t exactly the safest place. It’s usually men there, not much security, and we’ve never seen an omega there, and children are a rarity.”

I knew just the kind of place. If given the option, I would have probably been safer staying on the street.

“Well, I guess there’s only one thing to do.” Blaze grinned, a wide smile lighting up his entire face. “We've got plenty of beds at the station—you’re coming back with us!”

Chapter 4

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