REAGAN: I watch the ID channel. They can try.

ME: I’d like to see YOU try.

REAGAN: It can be arranged.

ME: Don’t murder your aunt. Seriously. A firefighter and a hospital bed are enough for one weekend. Besides, the police might want to talk to you anyway when the cause of the fire is determined.

REAGAN: You can’t hear me, but I’m sighing.

ME: I imagine you are.

Poosh jumped off the sofa and went to the door, whining to be let out. I dropped my phone on the coffee table and whistled for her to follow me to the back door. She trotted along after me, her nails scratching against the tiled kitchen floor, and ran outside the second I opened the door.

I left her for a few minutes so she could do her business. When she was done, she came back in and headed straight for her water bowl. A few licks later and she bounded into her bed with her favorite stuffed animal and curled up to go to sleep.

I left her to it, shutting off the light on my way back through. My phone was flashing with another text message, and I scooped it up on my way to the stairs.

REAGAN: This is weird, isn’t it.

It wasn’t a question. It was weird.

ME: Yep. Totally weird.

CHAPTER SIX – REAGAN

Crazy Is As Crazy Does

It was always good to know you were on the same page as someone.

For me, it was the hurried goodnight last night after me and Noah both acknowledged it was a weird situation.

It’d been funny in the hospital. I was tired and maybe still ever-so-slightly in shock, but now, a day later, it was just plain weird.

I was attracted to him. Like, attracted, attracted. I didn’t need those panties the girls brought me attracted.

He was hot.

Really. Fucking. Hot.

And my literal dream. I’d once told Halley and Ava that I was holding out for a hot, tattooed firefighter with a rescue chihuahua. I knew Noah had a dog, and if it was a rescue chihuahua…

Well, I’d probably come in my pants.

Actually, there was no probably about it.

I’d come in my pants, then knock the guy out and drug him so he’d marry me.

All right. That was a little extreme.

My attraction to him was purely sexual. I wanted to jump his bones. He was the kind of guy you took home—and he met your mom the next morning.

Ahh.

This was just like me. My life was in pieces, and here I was, thinking about a hot guy.

At least he took my mind off the fact I was lying in bed, not allowed to move, totally fine.

Homeless, yes.

Clothes-less? Pretty much.

Already dreading the inevitable call with my insurance company? Abso-freaking-lutely.

My mom had already handled the first one for me.

I swung my legs out of bed and grabbed the sweatpants the girls had given me yesterday. After that, I pulled on a tank top and threw a light sweater over my head since my mom always kept the thermostat at minus one thousand degrees.