“Around five.”
I gape up at him. “Are you serious? I thought it was maybe two or three in the afternoon. Shit. Five? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he laughs, pulling out his phone just to prove his point.
“The cops kept you there for a while. Is it all done?”
“Think so. There’s literally nothing else I could tell them.”
“Hopefully they got what the needed,” I mumble. “So, why’d you stop in at the fire station?”
His grins to himself and I swear I’ve never seen him look so proud. It kind of looks a bit cocky and I instantly start to melt. I love that look on him. “To get my shifts. I’m officially on the roster.”
I stop walking and gape up at him, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face me just to make sure I’m hearing him correctly. “Wait. What do you mean ‘officially on the roster?’ Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“They called me in for a meeting and offered me a job,” he says. “They want me on the team. Apparently, it’s been hard for them finding recruits that can actually keep up with the guys, aren’t dickheads, and know how to walk into a situation without shitting his pants.”
“And they think you’re capable of not shitting your pants?”
“Apparently so.”
I grin wide, stepping back from him and throwing my hands in the air. “Fuck, yeah,” I cheer, loud enough for the whole world to hear just how damn proud I am of this guy standing right beside me. “My boyfriend is the bomb.” A girl walking past gives me a strange look and I find it impossible to bite my tongue. “That’s right, you heard me. Noah Cage is the fucking bomb.”
Noah grabs me around the waist and pulls me into his side, doing his best to silence me. “Knock it off, would you?”
I can’t help but laugh as he continues dragging me down the lake. “Are you sure they really think you won’t shit your pants? Because maybe I should let them know what happened when you thought Monica was pregnant. It could save them having to deal with your sorry ass when shit gets real.”
Noah’s hand slaps down hard on my ass and has a devilish grin slipping across my face. Is it wrong to have liked that so much? “Really? You want to bring that up now?”
I grab hold of him, bringing him to a stop before looking up into those dazzling green eyes. I can’t resist him any longer and crush my lips to his. “Congratulations. You’re going to be the best damn firefighter Haven Falls has ever seen, but you better not get hurt because if you do, I’ll have no choice but to kill you myself.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he chuckles. “But don’t worry, there’s heaps of training I have to do. Though they’ve already taught me everything I need to know over the past few months, but you know, it has to be ‘officially’ done.”
“That’s good,” I tell him as he leads me down a long jetty before sitting down at the end and watching Jesse’s boat fly past us. “I guess that makes you the first of our group to make something of himself after school.”
“You claimed that title the second you got that scholarship.”
Noah drops his legs over the side of the jetty and sticks his feet in the water. I do the same while placing my cocktail down beside me, but my legs aren’t long enough to actually touch the water and has me sighing in disappointment. A bit of cool water would be refreshing right about now.
I lean into him and realize that at this moment, I could die a happy woman. I never want this to change but unfortunately, it has to. The summer is going to be over in another month and I’ll be going to college nearly every day while Noah’s working. Hell, it might not even be like that. Noah might be heading somewhere else while I’ll be headed for a lifetime of slavery under Anton’s thumb.
I let out a sigh. “Is it really over? The cops don’t need you anymore?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s over, but yeah. It’s out of our hands now. We’ve done everything we could possible do and now we just sit back and watch it all unfold.”
Noah’s hand slips into mine, lacing our fingers together. “So, what actually happens now? What’s the first step of putting him away?”
“I don’t really know to be honest. I’m assuming they’ll have to corroborate my story and then do their own private investigations, but once they have everything they need, they’ll make a move and take him down.”
“Well, shit. What about the cops though? The dirty ones? I’m not going to lie, that makes me nervous. I mean, how can you be sure that they haven’t already said something to Anton about seeing you at the station so much?”