No, she wasn’t. There was no point in denying that it would happen again. What female in her right mind wouldn’t want it to happen again? Okay. But we need the boundaries to be clear. As you may have noticed, despite being a dominant female, I’m not interested in being the dominant partner in bed. An active partner, yes, but not dominant. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you take the lead in any way, shape, or form outside of the bedroom.
It was the list of the fallen who had died in the line of duty, the ones who were missed every day and night, the ghosts who followed them on every call . . . the regrets that didn’t just have titles in all caps, but faces, clear as day.Daniel Michael Maguire. Would they recite him in order as the newest one, or by his brother, John Thomas Maguire?
Anne would drink to him. Anne would raise her glass and think of this night and feel the tightness in her chest and the sting in the corners of her eyes. She would maybe remember the laughs. She would definitely think of working this fire. And she might just recall that one time they’d made love.In the end, though, he would be another thing she ran from.If he could have apologized to her for that, he would’ve, and wasn’t fate a bitch. He wouldn’t be dying now if he hadn’t saved her, so she could regret him and carry the guilt around with her for the rest of her life.
As he shut his eyes against the memory of that axe he’d swung, he had a passing thought that he should bang the pipe again.Victor Ropes Rizzo got out of his truck and flicked his cigarette to the ground. Crushing it with his boot, he ignored the way his heart pounded in his rib cage. Up ahead, on the far side of a ring of frozen scruff, the barbequed remains of an old abandoned warehouse were like a corpse at the end of an autopsy.
Holes everywhere. Leaking bricks. Whole sections gone.
Fire trucks were clustered at the collapsed northeastern corner, their flashing lights overlapping to form a surging red glow that showed little good news. Those brick outer walls had collapsed into a slope that was tall enough to require climbing, and his first thought was that if somebody was under all that weight, they needed a pine box. But at least the blaze was wholly contained, the hoses off, the steam as yet rising into the night sky while smoke, its not-so-distant cousin, lingered like a specter of the dead in the cold post-traumatic air.The entire descent, my mind had exploded with worst-case scenarios of agonising pain and horrific death. Of slamming into the earth, erupting into fire, burning to char with the scent of flesh in my nostrils.
The atmosphere of the flight had switched completely the moment the first judder bar turned into a bloody loop de loop. It wasn’t ordinary turbulence—this had been mean, furious—a demon dog toying with its prey.While passengers had remained locked in their useless seats, air-hostesses quickly secured the cabin and buckled in. The wind howled louder outside, continuing to tumble us through the clouds.
I’d looked across the cabin to Unknown Girl and wished I’d been a better person, a braver bloody man. I should’ve said hello, given fate time to show why we had a connection.But I hadn’t, and that opportunity had been snatched away as the wings of the plane shuddered and bowed.