Nothing Left to Burn by Patty Blount

Nothing Left to Burn by Patty Blount

Author:Patty Blount
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc
Published: 2015-06-01T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter 16

Amanda

After the training facility chief awarded us our trophy, I’d scanned the crowd, pissed off to find John Logan didn’t even bother to stick around. I finally found him over near Engine 21.

I’d had enough of this bullshit.

I strode over to him. “John.”

He looked up from the clipboard he carried, shifted his weight, and waited.

So I dove straight in. “Whatever’s wrong between you and Reece? Fix it.”

His jaw went tight. “Excuse me?”

I was too pissed off to find the right words, the right tone. “He’s trying. We’re all trying. Everybody’s trying. Except you.”

“Oh really?” John’s voice held that tone it always did right before he popped. Usually, it was at Matt. Occasionally, it was at Max or Ty. But never at me.

Until now.

“Our squad—the squad you now instruct—just won this month’s trophy. And you don’t even bother to stick around and give your cadets a high five. Is it really so hard for you to actually give your kid a compliment?”

John spiked the clipboard to the ground, and the sound was deafening. He pulled in a lungful of breath and let it out in slow motion, like he was doing his best to control his temper, but the tension in his arms, in his shoulders, told me that plan wasn’t working so well. “You don’t know anything about me or my son, Cadet. Dismissed,” he shouted right in my face.

I glared at him, arms crossed, and finally shook my head. Fine.

I turned away, just in time to avoid a seriously pissed-off Reece Logan, charging straight for his father like a bullet train. In a heartbeat, he’d shoved John up against the side of the truck, T-shirt bunched in his fist.

“Do not,” he said in a low tone that sent shivers skating up my back, “ever take out your fucking problems with me on her or anybody else on this squad.” Teeth clenched, neck muscles corded, breath snorting from his nostrils, Reece looked ready—and able—to tear John in half.

“Reece! It’s okay. Back off.” I tried to break them up, but Reece’s arms were like iron bars.

“Hey, hey, cool off, guys. Let him go, Reece.”

Firefighter Jimmy Haggerty shoved his way between father and son and managed to back Reece up a few steps.

John’s lips curled into their usual smirk. “Not bad, Peanut. You’ve been lifting.” He smoothed out his shirt and picked up his clipboard.

“Stop with the Peanut crap, Jackie.”

John’s eyebrows shot up.

My mouth fell open.

Who was this guy?

“Okay, okay, enough.” Jimmy led John to the truck. “Reece, why don’t you guys take off? Logan, get in the truck,” he said to John.

John held up his hands in surrender, still smirking, and climbed aboard without a word. Reece glared after him for a moment and then strode away.

It took me almost a full minute to close my mouth. By that time, Reece’s long legs had taken him halfway across the damn lot.

“Hey, Reece! Wait up!” I didn’t catch up to him until he’d reached his car.

“What?”

Tired as he was, as we all were, I was totally amazed to see the temper that still sizzled in his eyes.



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