Page 9 of Trucker
“Bottom line is, I’m not transferring you.” Zoom told me. “And I would never make that decision without speaking withyou and the people around us about it. You’re the heart of this crew.”
I scoffed.
“I’m not the best person for this.” I looked up at her. “They’re far more experienced people.”
“But they requested you.” Zoom explained.
“Why?”
“Despite what you think, Trucker, you’re a good firefighter.” Zoom leaned forward.
It was hard to not notice the rock on her ring finger.
Kaos had gone all out, but it wasn’t a diamond like most women would want. Zoom had never cared for material things—probably the only reason why she was even wearing a ring was because Kaos liked looking over and seeing it on her finger—a ring he’d placed there.
I blinked at her.
“One of the best.” Zoom was going on. “You’re the only one I want at my back when I run into those fires.”
“You’re my best friend.” I arched a brow. “You have to say that.”
“You know better.” Zoom sighed. “Think about it, huh? You’ll get a chance to be away from the city for a while. Use it as a reset.”
Nodding, I sighed.
The truth as, the city had been getting on my nerves lately.
It’d been a while since I’d gone on any real vacation.
Sure, I took time off, but I used it to sleep in, work out and laze around. But this break would give me a chance to exhale—somewhat—get some fresh air.
“I’ll go.” I told her.
“You sure you don’t need more time to think about it?” Zoom wanted to know. “I mean, I just dropped it on you. And to be honest, it’s kinda heavy.”
“I’m sure.” I replied. “I’ve been feeling lost lately. Maybe this will give me a chance to get some clarity.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Between work, the wedding, the honeymoon, getting used to being mother to a teenage girl—my shit didn’t seem as important.”
Zoom climbed from where she’d been sitting to flopped beside me. She said nothing but took one of my hands in hers.
“What can I do?”
Smiling, I leaned in to kiss her head.
“It’s fine.” I assured her. “Sometimes you just feel down and just need a little pick-me-up. Moose calls it theburnoutand honestly, I feel burnt out.”
“There’s always something to be done—what do you think you need?”
For a moment, I thought about her question. But as much as I desperately needed something, no solution came to me.
I shrugged.
“That’s not an answer.” Zoom told me.
“And I’m aware.” I lifted my eyes to her. “If I had the answers to this, I wouldn’t feel like shit. I figured I need a vacation but?—”
