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the station uniform.”
    He frowned. “What about pants?”
    I rolled my eyes and sneered. “You wear your own pants. Jeans, shorts, or buy a pair of uniform pants if you want.” I showed him an empty open shelf. “This will be yours.” I grabbed a roll of masking tape, tore off a strip, and applied it to the edge of the shelf. With a black marker, I wrote his name on the tape. “You’ll get practice gear and stow it here after you master using it. For now, it stays empty.”
    Logan nodded. “When—”
    I turned and left the storeroom. Hey, the chief said to get him set up, and that’s what I did. That’s all I would do. He followed me across the apparatus floor, back through the heavy steel door, and into the corridor. “Kitchen’s that way.” I pointed right. “Don’t take food unless it’s offered. It’s not for us. But you can bring your own, and nobody will touch it.” I strode to the left and opened another door. “Squad uses this as our classroom. We meet here Wednesdays at seven and Saturdays at nine. Bring a notebook.”
    “Um, today’s Wednesday.”
    I broke into applause. “Did you figure that out all by yourself?” Wow. I thought Reece Logan was supposed to be a genius. I didn’t have any classes with him, but I’d heard he was some kind of nerd, always getting perfect scores on tests.
    Logan’s face burned scarlet. “I mean, should I just stick around for tonight’s meeting?”
    I blew hair out of my eyes and shrugged. “Suit yourself. Sit anywhere.” I grabbed a thick textbook off one of the shelves at the back of the room and tossed it to the table near him. It landed with a thud that echoed off the walls. “May as well start studying.”
    When I reached the door, he called out, “Wait.”
    Sighing impatiently, I turned and crossed my arms, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he crossed the room and met me at the door.
    “Amanda, you don’t know me. So how about you adjust the attitude, okay?”
    Don’t know him? I ground my teeth together. I knew Reece Logan was the younger brother of Matt Logan and the son of Lieutenant John Logan. I knew Reece Logan was the one driving the car that crashed back in December, killing Matt. I knew Reece Logan only cared about one thing—perfect grades. He was a straight-A dork with chess-club friends and zero interest in firefighting.
    And now, he was standing in my squad room, and suddenly, I wanted to know why . Matt started junior squad when he was twelve. Reece never set foot in the building until now. So why was he here? What the hell was he trying to prove? And just as suddenly, I decided I didn’t give a crap.
    I shot him a glare. “I know everything I need to know about Reece Logan.” I stalked out of the room and headed back to the apparatus floor to start pulling practice gear for tonight’s class.
    Crap. The chief told me to get Logan set up. I should have gotten him a notebook or something. Cursing under my breath, I turned, headed back to the conference room, and walked in just as Reece, naked from the waist up, tugged one of the shirts I’d just given him over his head.
    Wow.
    For a chess geek, he had broad shoulders. Reece and Matt looked like twins, except for one thing. Matt was broad and muscular while Reece was kind of skinny—like Captain America before the top-secret super-soldier transformation. My heart twisted inside my chest, and the breath suddenly backed up in my lungs.
    His head whipped around, his eyes wide. He quickly tugged the shirt down, but he wasn’t fast enough. I saw the mark on his chest, right over his heart, and I wanted to cry and punch him at the same time.
    I coughed and pretended everything was just fine. “Free tip, dude. You, um, might want to shut the door when you strip.” I crossed my arms, leaning on the door frame.
    Logan blushed like some middle schooler at his first dance. “Maybe I knew you were there,” he said, trying to play it cool, and I bit my cheek to keep from