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there was any way they’d survive.
    Alabama hadn’t had time to think before, but what she’d just done scared the hell out of her and she started shaking. It was okay. She was okay. She’d gotten Christopher out. She’d gotten others out. Thank God, she knew about this exit.
    Finally stumbling away from the door, Alabama looked around at the total chaos that was around her. There were fire trucks pulling up at the curb and people sitting and standing around the building in shock. She saw some news trucks driving in as well. This would be a huge story, she knew.
    Alabama continued to cough, but ignored it as she frantically looked around. Finally seeing Christopher with Adelaide made her tense muscles relax a fraction. He was here. He was safe. Why that meant so much to her, she couldn’t say. Hell, she didn’t even know the man. There was just something about how Christopher talked with her as if he was interested and how he’d treated Adelaide that struck a chord within Alabama.
    Something deep inside her that had hoped and prayed for someone to take her side, to protect her from Mama, sat up and took notice of Christopher. He was the kind of man she wanted. He was the kind of man that would look after his woman. Christopher would never let anyone hurt her. She knew firsthand that kind of man didn’t come along every day. Even though he wasn’t hers, she knew the world was a better place because he was in it.
    She watched as Adelaide buried her face against Christopher’s throat and wailed. Nastily, Alabama thought if Adelaide had the energy and ability to cry that hard and not cough up a lung, Adelaide was in better shape than most of the people sitting around her, including Christopher. Adelaide should’ve been more interested in how Christopher was than losing her shit.
    Alabama watched as Christopher tried to comfort the woman in his arms while attempting to catch his own breath at the same time.
    Alabama noticed two EMTs making their way through the people sitting haphazardly around on the grass trying to ascertain who needed help first. Everyone was coughing, but for the most part most people seemed to be all right. When one of the men made his way over to her she quietly and succinctly spoke her concerns to him, while brushing off his questions about her own well-being.
    Finally understanding what she wanted, she watched as the EMT left and walked over to Christopher. Seeing he was going to be treated sooner rather than later, Alabama turned her attention toward getting out of there and back to her small apartment. It was a piece of crap, but it was home, and she desperately wanted to go home.
    Alabama would figure out what was going on with her job later. The cleaning crew would be the last thing the Wolfe’s would be concerned about right now. She’d wait a bit before contacting them to see what her next steps needed to be. She needed that job, but she didn’t want to be selfish when others were hurt and everyone would be concerned about their jobs and livelihoods.
    Alabama didn’t look back toward the man she wished was hers. She simply walked away from the chaotic scene. There was no use wishing for something that would never happen. It was what it was. She’d learned her lesson a long time ago. Alabama had to be satisfied with their brief encounter and that Christopher was being cared for.
    Abe looked up at the EMT that came toward them. Thank god, the EMT could take over caring for Adelaide and he could get the hell out of there. Abe wanted to find Alabama and thank her. He was surprised when the guy spoke to him specifically and didn’t even look at the semi-hysterical woman trying to bury herself in his arms.
    “Sir? I’ve been told you were burned? I’d like to take a look and make sure it’s just superficial.”
    “Burned?” Abe was confused. Who said he was burned? Was he hurt and just didn’t realize it?
    “Turn around, sir, let’s get this coat off and see how bad it is.”
    Abe