I saved her life, and she hates me for it.
Don't get attached to victims.
That should be rule number one in a firehouse.
Get in. Get out. On to the next call.
When a massive wildfire tore through a California town, I stepped up.
We ran into the fires while others were running for their lives.
I rescued those I could, and made hard choices for those I couldn't.
I saved a soot covered angel, kicking and screaming as her house burned around her.
I did my job, and I was never supposed to see her again.
However, the universe likes to throw gas on the fire.
Now, years later, Sawyer Westbrook has been thrust back into my world.
I want to know her. I want to touch her. I want... everything.
But she doesn't remember that I'm the man she says ruined her life.