“Intense.” He chuckled. He slid his fingers between mine, lifting my fingers to his mouth. “I think it went well.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Really?”

“Yeah. Everything’s going to be all right.”

I held my hand in front of me, admiring my diamond. “Think happy-ever-afters can happen for someone like me?”

Tyler’s phone went off, and he pulled it out, squinting to read the message. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Called in. Colorado Springs. Oh, no.”

“What?”

“Taylor’s already there with Zeke and David Dalton.”

I frowned, not recognizing the second name.

“Jew,” he explained. “They haven’t reported back. They’re getting ready to list them as missing.”

I covered my mouth. Tyler looked at me.

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Baby…”

“I’ll stay at the hotel. Drive. Drive!”

“Promise me you’ll stay put.”

“I’ll stay at the hotel.” I recoiled from Tyler’s stern stare. “I promise!”

Tyler yanked the shifter into drive, surging forward. He called Chief on the way, letting him know we were heading south.

The drive down seemed to fly by—probably because Tyler was driving twenty miles over the speed limit. As soon as we ran into the lobby, Tyler joined the other hotshot crews in the conference room.

“Ellie!” Darby said with a smile. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“I’m here. Need a room.”

While Darby checked me in, I turned to wave at Stavros.

“Do me a favor,” I whispered to Darby.

“Sure,” she chirped, staring at the computer monitor and clicking on her mouse.

“I’m not going anywhere near Stavros while I’m here.”

Darby’s head popped up, and she stared at me, confused.

“I don’t drink anymore,” I said.

“Oh … oh! Yeah. Last time was … that was bad.”

I nodded once. “And it didn’t get better after that.”

Darby’s eyes widened, and she reached over the desk to grab my hand. “Chicken nuggets, it can’t be too bad! Congratulations! Tyler?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile.

She released my hand. “Hot damn, that is pretty. I’ll let Stavros know you’re on the wagon.”

“Thank you,” I said, deciding in the moment that I hated that euphemism.

She gave me two cards and winked, and I glanced down at the envelope to check the room number. I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Tyler standing in the conference room, his arms crossed.

I carried my camera bag to the elevator, pressing the button for the second floor. Our room was at the end of the hall, a corner room, and I looked down to see the lot lights illuminating the news and hotshot vehicles crowded around Tyler’s truck.

I sat on the bed and tapped the remote. It didn’t take me long to find a news channel covering the fire. News of the missing Alpines was already scrolling across the bottom of the screen in yellow letters.