Page 39 of Falling for Brody

"I'd tell you to stop if you made me feel... uncomfortable." She nodded. "I'll tell you."

"Good." He smiled. "I have a feeling that we're going to be great partners, Rhea. You and me. This is going to be good."

She nodded. "I agree."

They both opened their doors and Rhea turned back to look at him.

"I've been looking for a new start, Brody. I really think I chose the right place to do it."

He smiled. "This town is going to love you and Chip. This is going to be your home."

"I hope so."

* * *

Brody gaveher a tour of the firehouse. Pretty much everything was the same as her old firehouse, just in slightly different places. It was smaller, too. Which made sense since it's a smaller town, but even then, it felt... better.

A better fit for her.

She could become a part of things here.

When they returned to the common room, she looked at Brody and nodded. "So, what are the chores we do when we're not on a call?"

He sighed. "Well, I've already restocked the rig. So that's good." He looked up at the clock. "Meal prep doesn't start for a few hours. Unless you get hungry and you know where the snacks are."

She grimaced a little. "I'm not big on snacks."

He looked up at the calendar on the wall. "The firefighters are at a community function. They'll be back in about an hour and-"

The speaker on the wall flared to life.

"Ambulance needed at 422 Pine Street. Four. Two. Two. Pine."

Brody slipped into the driver's seat and Rhea was already in her seat clicking her seat belt into the connector. "Let's go, partner."

He smiled as the engine turned over and they were off.

* * *

Rhea was havingher own kind of fun as she helped a soon-to-be father weather his wife's Braxton Hicks contractions.

Brody was talking to the expectant mother, going over her condition and checking her vitals, but Mister Cutter was green around the gills.

She put her hand on his back. "Why don't you sit down, Mister Cutter."

He shook his head, but he might have done it a little too hard because he had to cover his mouth with his hand. "I'm good."

Missus Cutter, Emily, gave her husband a sweet look from across the room. "Stephen. Sit down please."

He crouched down on the floor and Rhea made the most of it, gently putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Please sit down. If you fall I don't want to take you to the clinic for stitches."

That did something.

He sat down hard and groaned. "I don't like... needles."

Rhea took out her blood pressure cuff. "I think we need to do a work up on you, Mister Cutter."

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