“No card? Do you have a guess?” she asked, sauntering into the room and planting her backside on the love seat. “Maybe the guy who just dropped you off?”

I reached down to turn on my desktop, taking a few seconds to get the ridiculous expression off my face before sitting upright. “Maybe.”

Jojo crossed her arms, looking quite smug. “I thought this might happen, with you spending so much time at the station. I just didn’t realize it would happen so soon.”

“Nothing is happening. We’re friends.”

“Clearly,” Jojo said with a smirk. “You look like you’ve lost weight. Did they feed you?”

“Barely.”

She stood. “I brought donuts to celebrate your first day back. They’re in the break room.”

“You’re a saint, but I’ve already had breakfast. I’ll eat some for lunch.”

“I have a lot to do today. Are you doing that write-up for me?”

“As best I can. Remember, I’m not a writer. I’ll just write what I know, and you can turn it into a story.”

“Yeah, yeah … I heard you the first time,” she said, disappearing around the corner.

I opened a new document and stared at the blank page for a while before my gaze wandered to the bouquet. I’d been sent flowers before, mostly from my father, but thought had been put into this bouquet. The colors were straight from my room, the roses meaning more than just ‘thanks for last night.’ Maybe I was reading too far into it, but Tyler wasn’t one to make dishonest gestures.

I shook it off, focusing on Jojo’s request. I recounted my first day, the basics like the names of the tools, what they looked like, and the crew’s funny nicknames. They all respected one another, but, in my opinion, looked up to Tyler. He settled arguments, led them on the mountain, and they respected the decisions he made when Jubal wasn’t around to make them. I talked about fuel breaks and mineral soil and vegetation. Packs, supplies, flight weight, and ten codes. I included my limited knowledge on slutter, fire towers, coordinates, and weather. Then I added stories like the one about the best helo pilot Tyler had ever worked with—an Aussie redhead named Holly who could back in her Huey and swing it around at the last minute to get them on the side of the mountain so they didn’t have to hike so far in—and the time Tyler ate a fat, juicy grub worm for two hundred dollars.

Two hours had passed without me realizing, and Jojo knocked on the doorjamb before walking in. She moseyed across my office to her father’s door. She knocked on it twice and then took a step back.

Wick walked out, his cheeks red and his eyes bright. Jojo stood next to my desk, crossing her arms.

“What’s going on?” I asked.