My fiancée’s death shattered me and I've been stuck ever since—only feeling alive when I’m fighting fires. So, when they yank me from the front lines and put me behind a desk, it feels like a part of me is dying too.
 
Along comes Tenley Hughes, waltzing into my life like she owns the place, I can’t stand her from the start. But it’s either collaborate with her on a city project or lose my job. 
 
Getting her to agree with me is like trying to put out a fire with gasoline. She's too confident and her in-your-face attitude gets on my nerves. But, she lights a spark in me I haven't felt in years.
 
Still, moving on from my past feels like a betrayal I'm not sure I'm ready to face. Or a risk I’m willing to take.