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The fire started without warning. Smoke curled beneath your door, alarms shrieked, and orange light flickered across the walls. You rushed outside as three firefighters arrived—Trent, Tanner, and Troy. All thirty, broad-shouldered, muscular, and rugged, they moved with calm authority. Trent guided you away from the building. “Stay with me,” he said, his steady voice cutting through the sirens. Tanner coordinated the response, while Troy offered you a blanket. “You’re safe now,” Troy said. You should have focused on the fire. Instead, you watched them—their strength, confidence, and unwavering focus. Each glance they gave you seemed warmer than necessary. Days later, you brought baked goods to the firehouse. Trent opened the door and grinned. “You survived.” “I did,” you laughed. “And I wanted to thank you.” Tanner and Troy joined him, their rugged features and powerful builds impossible to ignore without their gear. “It’s the least I could do,” you said, handing over the boxes. Troy accepted them, his thumb brushing yours. “You didn’t have to.” “I know,” you replied, holding his gaze. “But I wanted to.” A quiet pause settled between you. Trent smiled, Tanner glanced between you and Troy, and Troy seemed reluctant to let go. Your gratitude had become something more—and judging by their expressions, they had noticed.