“Someone’s dead.”

Mother tripped over her words. “What do you … who are you … what on Earth are you going on about, Ellison? Who’s dead?”

I swallowed. “Please thank Daddy for the tickets, but I’m not going to Sanya. I have a job here that I love.”

“You love being a secretary,” Mother deadpanned. I could hear my father asking questions in the background.

“I’m actually taking pictures for them, too, and I’m really good at it.”

“Ellison, for goodness’ sake. You’re a secretary slash photographer? Listen to yourself.”

“I’m staying.”

“This is about a boy, isn’t it? You’ve met some local, and you’re not thinking straight. Philip, talk some sense into her.”

“I’m going to be unreachable at times. If it’s an emergency, call the magazine. They know how to get in touch with me.”

“Ellison,” Mother warned. “If you hang up the phone—”

“You’ll cut me off?” I asked.

While my mother stumbled over what to say next, I hung up. I was afraid that if I spoke to my father again, I would change my mind.

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The lights were dim at headquarters. Half the hotshots were sitting around the kitchen table, playing cards, while the others were showering.

The only noise was the water pipes funneling through the dorm to the ten showers plus my fingers clicking on the keyboard. I had pretty much become part of the sofa since we’d arrived back to our temporary home, simultaneously resting and uploading the latest pictures. After the last picture sent, I began typing out the next installment of the MountainEar’s “Fire and Ice” series.

Tyler walked out, his hair freshly buzzed and his cheeks red from the hot shower. When he was clean, the tan line around his eyes from wearing his goggles all day in the sun was more prominent. He was wearing a heather-gray Alpine Hotshot T-shirt, navy cotton shorts, and—from the looks of it—nothing underneath.

“My turn?” I asked as he fell onto the sofa next to me.

Tyler frowned. “The shower stalls are side by side.”

“So? I’m just one of the guys, right?”

Tyler didn’t answer, but I could tell the thought of me showering next to his crewmates bothered him. Initially they’d all offered to let me shower first, but I wasn’t about to make all twenty of them wait after nearly two weeks on the mountain for me to take a shower.

I chuckled. “Just kidding. Puddin’!” I called. “You’re up! Wash the stink off!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Puddin’ said, hopping up from his padded foldout chair.

Tyler breathed out a laugh, and I nudged him with my elbow. “What’s funny?”

“You’ve somehow become the boss around here. They take orders from you like they do from the superintendent or Jubal.”

“Maybe they just need a big sister.”