swallowed hard, pretty sure my already sunburned skin was now a disturbing shade of purple. âNo,â I stammered. âIâm fine. Letâs go.â
Mac nodded, putting the truck in gear without another word, guiding it back onto the narrow beach road that led out of my neighborhood and onto the freeway. As he drove, I stared out the front windshield, feeling hot and stupid. Not to mention humiliated beyond belief. Why had I snapped at him like that? I was supposed to be trying to make things less awkward. Instead, Iâd somehow managed to create a hostile work environment our first five minutes on the job. What if he went back and said something to Richard? What if he asked for another partner? What if Richard took that as a sign I wasnât ready for the new gig after all?
What if I let my hurt feelings over a stupid one-night stand end my entire career?
âIâm sorry,â I said, turning back to Mac. He was staring out the front window, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckled fingers. âIâm a bit . . . flustered right now. I just got promoted and this is my first breaking news assignment. I didnât mean to take it out on you.â
He gave a small nod, so slight I could scarcely recognize it. I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. I squirmed in my seat. I had to make this right somehow. Or weâd be living through hell each and every workday.
âLook, can we somehow start over?â I blurted out. âI mean, I know the situation is beyond awkward. Trust me, if I had any idea who you were in that club, I would have never,ever . . . well, you know.â I wrung my hands in my lap. âBut it happened. It happened and thereâs no way to take it back. And now weâre stuck together, whether we like it or not.â
Mac grunted, giving me the distinct impression he was in the ânotâ camp.
I sighed. âAs far as I can see it, we have two choices. We can continue to fight and make each other miserable for the foreseeable future. Or we can suck it up and move forward and do our jobs like professionals. I donât know about you, but this job is a really big deal to me. And Iâm not about to let something this stupid screw up everything Iâve worked for my entire life.â
I paused, the silence stretching out between us. For a moment I thought he wouldnât answer. But finally, he cleared his throat. âI need this job, too,â he said, his voice gruff.
Relief flooded my insides. âGreat,â I said. âOkay. Then weâre in agreement. Weâre moving on. From this point forward, this car will be a magically awkward-free zone!â I forced a grin, waving my hands in the air in emphasis, as if casting a spell. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw his mouth twitch, but I couldnât be sure.
I sighed. Spell or not, this was going to take some work.
I reached toward the dashboard, turning up the police scanner. Then I grabbed my reporter notepad and started to take notes. We wouldnât have a ton of time once we got to the fire and I wanted to have some questions ready for the potential interviewees. As a bonus, I hoped it would serve as a distraction from Macâs flashing blue eyes.
But
that
, I soon realized, was going to take a
lot
more magic.
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