“Westfield Firehouse, Paul speaking.”

“Hi, um, is this the fire department?”

“Uh huh.” Paul rubbed lazily across his belly, feeling out the muscle there. Firefighters had a reputation for being fit, but it was hard to eat healthy at the firehouse thanks to all the junk food around the place. If one of the company wasn’t bringing in goodies, then ladies were dropping by with baked goods. Paul liked baked goods. He just didn’t like ladies.

At least, not the way they wanted him to. Continue reading →