Page 2 of Chasing Mr. December

“As I recall, you dove in headfirst once you arrived to station twelve and have made quite the name for yourself here. You were promoted to lieutenant about two years ago, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” I’m still shocked I was afforded the ability to apply for that. Most of the firefighters I knew back in my hometown had to wait until they’d worked five to six years before they had the same opportunity. But in this mountain town environment, where few fire stations cover a large area, the turnover can create a need for dedicated men to be promoted sooner.

Sitting taller in my seat, I feel a sense of pride that my hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed. Once I moved to Sycamore Mountain, my career was my top priority. I continued my EMS training, obtaining my paramedic license as well as attending any search and rescue classes available. As a lieutenant it’s my responsibility to supervise the men in my department, ensuring we’re prepared for any situation. There’s a lot of education and safety demonstrations to lead.

“Hank Fowler advised he’d be taking retirement within the next ninety days.”

“The Assistant Chief?”

“Yes.” Chief Roberson pauses, his expression taking on more of a benevolent visage. “His wife has been undergoing chemotherapy for her second battle with breast cancer, and he’d like to be home.”

“Hell, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Linda’s a lovely woman. She doesn’t deserve the hand she’s been dealt.” He looks away momentarily before continuing. “But rather than recruit for Hank’s position, Chief Morton would like to promote our current staff and transfer a new lieutenant. That is, if you’re interested in applying for captain?”

“Interested?” I shake my head, astonished. “I’d be honored, sir.”

Battalion Chief Roberson abruptly stands from the chair and makes his way around the desk, his hand outstretched in my direction. “Well, I’m relieved to hear it, Lieutenant. I ask that you keep this between us for now. But I’ll be back in touch soon.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for considering me.”

“There’s no one else I feel is better suited for the job, Jason. Just be ready to step in within the next six to eight weeks so we can make a smooth transition when the time comes.”

“You’ve got it,” I answer, my voice quavering a bit at my overwhelm.

Dave hands Chief Roberson a steaming container of his chili as he exits the office. The Chief gives a hearty groan of appreciation before he waves a quick goodbye.

“What was that about?” Dave asks as Trevor joins us at the kitchen island.

“Oh, just some administrative stuff he wanted to run by me.” Hell, I hate lying to these guys. Not only are they my firefighter brothers, they’re also my closest friends and confidants. Not just here in Sycamore Mountain, but anywhere. I may have only moved here six years ago, but this is home to me. This conversation with Chief Roberson was just the reminder I needed to forget about women and stay focused on my job.

“Hey, Jase! You’re Mr. Popularity today,” Brecken bellows from the dayroom. “Phone’s for you.”

I reach for the receiver, grateful for a diversion from Dave and Trevor’s inquiries. “Hello.”

“Hi. Is this Jason Bristow?” a soft voice asks.

“Speaking.”Why does she sound so familiar?

“I’m so sorry to have to call you. It’s about your dad.”

Chapter 2

Jason

“What’s happened? Is he okay?” I splutter. My heart is in my throat. And not for the usual distress I feel when thinking about Magnolia Point. I impulsively grab the edge of the linoleum counter with shaky hands to steady myself.

My dad’s been in fairly good health. However, he’s in his mid-sixties, a tad overweight, and he lives by himself. This fact alone brings a wave of guilt, knowing how few times I’ve made any real effort to visit over the last few years.

“Your dad took a fall and has unfortunately broken his hip. Other than that, he seems to be okay. The ER did a CT scan to ensure there was no damage to his head or neck. However, he’s going to need surgery.”

I wince hearing this. At least he sounds stable. No stroke or heart attack. “Please let him know once I can find someone to cover my shift, I’ll drive straight there.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate that. Oh, the nurse just finished up. Would you like to speak with him?”

“Yes. If I could.”

There’s a brief shuffle as the phone is handed over to Dad and then his reassuring voice transcends over the line, bringing an instant calm. “Hey, Jase. I’m so sorry to impose.”

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