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hug. Tears pricked her eyes. She turned and looked hard at Jack.
Would the rogue stop to help the family? Who knows? People could be
unpredictable. After all, didn’t she flame-broil a Miata in the not-so-distant past?
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” She stepped closer, inhaled. A hint of rich musky
maleness teased her nostrils, made her heart skip. Her chest tightened and
tingled. Dragon or just a prime human male?With
all the smoke and ash in the air, and being a rather inexperienced dragon, she
could miss an older, more controlled shifter.
    Something had riled her beast up. Of course, just minutes
before the creature had mistook a seven-year-old as a threat. Her abilities
were seriously fried, couldn’t be trusted.
    “You’re staring at me.”
    Lynn wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Instead she
folded her arms across her chest. “I’m just amazed how dirty a firefighter can
get.”
    He laughed and glanced ruefully at himself. “You did catch
me in the banana suit.” He gulped some water. His sweaty, soot-smudged face
broke into a grin. “Tell you what, next time I’ll make an effort to clean up.”
He winked. “Just for you.”
    Lynn pulled in a quick breath as fireworks exploded in her
stomach. Oh. My. God. The man had potential.
    “Hey Jack, got a minute?”
    She bestowed Roberts with a grateful glance. He stood a few
feet away with Anderson.
    “We need you to answer a few questions,” the fire investigator
added in a frosty tone. He pushed his hat back and stuck out his chin.
    Jack’s expression turned stony and his gaze burned. Just
like in the vision.
    Lynn’s pulse sped up as she watched the too still tableau.
    Roberts shook his head at the two men and stepped forward.
“All I want is a friendly chat.”
    Jack lumbered to his feet. “I’ll see you around.”
    The dragon pushed against her skin, wanting her to step
closer, to touch, to breathe in his scent. Her face warmed as he stalked away. What
the hell? She needed a man like she needed a dragon in her life.
     
    Lynn slumped in her seat as Jen drove them back home. She
remembered Obaa-chan sitting cross-legged in the sunroom, teaching her
about life. All material things are impermanent. Seeing the house
destroyed —literally devoured by flames— brought that truth home to her. Our
attachment to material things causes suffering . The sad, soot-streaked
faces of Tom, Brenda and Timmy came to mind and tears threatened again. The
family had become homeless within minutes. But how could they not be attached
to their home, affected by the loss?
    “You okay?” Jen glanced at her.
    Lynn nodded, leaning back into her seat. “I hate fires.”
    Jen pulled over and stopped the car. “I know.”
    “I hate being part dragon. I hate that the dragon loves
fires.”
    “You didn’t start the fire. We don’t know who did, but it
wasn’t you.”
    Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who
knew which one would come out in a toss-up? “I wish there was something I could
do.”
    “The Paradise Valley community will make sure they get
clothes— probably used ones, but at least it’s something,” Jen said and
restarted the car. “Plenty of food and whatever cash can be scraped together.
But there’s only so much.” She paused. “You could make a donation.”
    Lynn nodded. “I will, but I want to do more.” She cocked her
head. “How come there wasn’t any media there? I mean this was a pretty major
fire and if more people knew about the situation, perhaps more help would
come.”
    Jen sighed. “The San Angelo Herald is the nearest
paper. They send out people whenever they can, but if something’s going on in
the city and the small staff is tied up…” She shrugged.
    “Maybe I can write up a few paragraphs about the fire and
the Jarvis family and mention the assistance effort,” Lynn said. “We can send
it in to the Herald .”
    Jen tossed her a wry grin. “That’d be a good use for your
journalism degree, better than