“Lily! What is wrong with you, you will burn the kouign-amann.” Jean-Michel tsked at her and batted a towel at her to get her to move.

“Sorry,” she squeaked. “It’s just—”

“The fire, the fire, yes I know. We all know,” Jean-Michel said as he eyed the pastries. “You are lucky, the perfect timing,” he said as he pulled out the tray. “Why you worry? What good will it do? He is a firefighter, he fights the fires.”

The bell to the front door rang and Jean-Michel gave her a look.

“Alright, I’m going,” she said, and rushed out front.

The last thing I feel like doing is ringing up croissants all day.

When she saw Renee, she broke into a smile. “Hi.”

“I heard about the fire,” Renee said. She reached across the counter and squeezed Lily’s hand. “It’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Lily said. “Or at least I hope so. It’s the first big fire—or any fire—since Montana. And… I mean, I always stress out with Elijah and Aiden out there, but with what Cade went through in Montana… I don’t know, it’s worse this time.”

“He wouldn’t be out there if the doctor and captain didn’t think he was ready,” Renee said.

“Ah, the pretty friend,” Jean-Michel said. He emerged from the kitchen armed with trays of perfectly golden kouign-amann.

Renee perked up at the compliment.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Don’t be so grateful,” Jean-Michel scoffed. “You are pretty, yes, but you are also the only girlfriend Lily has.”

“Wow, thanks,” Lily said, as she rolled her eyes.

“You are welcome. It is truth. So, what can I serve you?” Jean-Michel asked Renee. “Your figure, so slender. Only baguette, then? Coffee black?”

“Actually, I was just stopping by to see how Lily is, what with the fire—”

Jean-Michel sighed loudly. “Ah, yes, the fire. Fires do not pay the bills for me. Baguette?”

“Uh. Sure,” Renee said.

“Lily, ring up your pretty friend.” Jean-Michel disappeared back into the kitchen.

“He’s all business,” Renee said under her breath.

“He’s just tired of hearing me freak out about Cade all day. I just don’t know how he’ll handle it.”

“I’m more concerned about how you’re handling it. Or not,” Renee said. “I get that it’s a big deal, but all the reports say it’s not huge. It’ll be okay. I’m sure he’ll check in with you as soon as he can.”

“I know, but I just can’t stop thinking about my mom. And how she’d sit up all night knitting, worrying about Dad.” Lily shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t think I’m up for it.”

“For what?”

“Doing what she did.”

“Lily—”

“I’m serious! I mean, even if all the obstacles disappeared with Cade and me, even if my brothers didn’t care about us being together, then what? Am I just supposed to sit around crocheting a scarf while I wonder if he’s burning up in some forest?”

“I think that’s a bit dramatic.”

“It’s not. Firefighting is one of the most dangerous jobs there is. I mean, look at my dad—”

“That Eagle Creek fire was unprecedented,” Renee broke in. “And your dad, I mean I’m sorry for saying this, but he was old. To be fighting fires, I mean.”

“Yeah. I know,” Lily said quietly.

Outside, a fire truck pulled up into the bakery. She sucked in her breath as the door opened.

Please be Cade. Please be Cade. But the crew that jumped out were unrecognizable.

“He’ll be here,” Renee said. She squeezed Lily’s hand again. “I promise.”

“I just … I didn’t realize that saying yes to Cade meant saying yes to a fireman,” she said. “It sounds stupid, but it’s true.”

Lily boxed up the mille-feuilles that the firefighters ordered. She took solace in their wide smiles.

Surely they wouldn’t be smiling if it was bad out there. Right?

“Hey, were you guys with Cade up there?” she asked.

“Who?”

“Cade Charles? He—”

“Sorry, don’t know him,” the young man with skin dark and shiny as onyx told her. “But we came in from Corvallis, so…”

Just as Lily’s heart sank, as her hands were full of boxed opera cakes, the door jingled again. Her eyes shot toward the door, and Elijah led the way while Cade trailed behind.

“Cade,” she blurted out, and plopped the box onto the counter.

“Lily, I see that!” Jean-Michel called from the kitchen. “Those cakes are precious—”

She raced around the corner and caught Elijah’s eye. He was dog-tired, eyes bloodshot, and with the flush of fatigue that she remembered from childhood.

“Uh, I’m on a break,” she said to the crew.

“What? This is not break—” Jean-Michel started from behind her.

“Sorry!” she called to him. “I need to… get something from my car.” She held Cade’s eyes and nodded toward the parking lot.

Jean-Michel sighed. “Fine. I take your order,” he called to the crews. “Lily, you go home the rest of the day. So scattered.”

Elijah moved toward the thick accent that promised strong coffee and sweet comfort.

Lily shifted her weight back and forth as she waited by her car. She felt guilty for not saying more to Elijah, but in the moment all she wanted was Cade.

When he finally made his way out of the bakery, alone, she could hardly wait until they were out of view of her brothers before she barreled into him.

He smelled like campfire, of the woods. As she wrapped her arms around him, she squeezed her eyes shut to hold in the tears.

Cade laughed quietly.

“So, I hear you’re off for the day,” he said. “You mind driving? I’m beyond tired.”

She noticed that he shook slightly. The trembles brought a lump to her throat.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’re shaking—”

“I’m fine. It’s just exhaustion.” Cade held up the keys to the Mustang.

“You drove here?” she asked. “You’re in no shape to drive.”

Cade gave her a tired smile. “I just spent who knows how many hours putting out a wildfire. Side by side with your brothers, which wasn’t exactly the most relaxing surrounding. Trust me, I’m lucky that the shakes is all that I’m dealing with.”

As Lily started up the car, Cade reclined his seat back and rubbed his temples. She carefully made her way out of the parking lot, unable to adapt to the smoothness and speed of a car that wasn’t older than her.

“You might want to use some gas, Grandma,” Cade said.

She pretended to glare at him. “Sorry, it takes awhile to adjust from driving a hybrid dinosaur and boat.”

When they arrived at her apartment, she noticed the mechanics’ appreciative looks at the car. Lily ushered Cade upstairs and shooed away the questions about the car.

“Sorry for smelling like an animal,” Cade said as he kicked off his boots.

“Oh, hush,” she said.

She pulled him into the bedroom and peeled off his clothes. Even in this state, smeared in ash and dirt, the sight of him in nothing but his boxers made her heart flutter.

A sheen of sweat remained on his skin. His hands, callused and rough, were evidence of the hours of work he’d endured.

“Sorry,” he murmured as she pulled back the duvet and tucked him in. “Just so tired…”

Lily crawled in beside him and gently rubbed his back. She listened to his breath start to lengthen and even. She matched him, breath for breath.

I take back everything I said before. Everything I thought before, she promised to whoever or whatever might listen. I’d be proud to stay up and wait for him. I’ll take him, however I can have him.

Maybe those nights spent watching her mother fret and worry weren’t a warning. Maybe it had been destiny, a means to prepare her. She knew what being with a fireman took—guts and resilience.

Who said being with a hero was easy?

She’d lied to herself before. But those were the last of it. The worries she’d spilled to Jean-Michel and Renee had simply been her sloughing off the last of her trepidation.

I’d stay up waiting forever if he asked me to.

Lily pressed her cheek to his back and let the rise and fall of his body lull her to sleep. As she toed the line between dreams and wakefulness, she felt like she was back in the old living room.

Her mother perched in the brown leather chair while Lily sat cross-legged at her feet. It was dark out, the kind of inky blackness that says it’s midnight. Overhead, her mother knit an eternity scarf in the most beautiful shade of red Lily had ever seen. Her mother’s fingers moved swiftly with certainty.

Lily crunched through a piece of toast buttered generously and topped with marionberry jam. This was their secret. The click of the needles seemed to only wake Lily.

Rooms away, Elijah and Aiden slept soundly. On these nights, the “fire nights,” as her mom called them, if Lily woke up, she was allowed to stay up—as long as she was quiet. And she could have as much toast as she wanted.

“Mama,” she whispered up. Her mother glanced down. The lamp overhead made a glowing halo around her mom’s wild head of curls.

“What’s up, baby?”

“Do you think Dad put all the fire out yet?”

“I’m sure he’s getting really close if he hasn’t already,” she replied.

“And what if… what if the fire’s too big? What if he can’t put it out?”

“Of course he’ll put it out,” her mom said. “Don’t worry.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s his job,” her mom said. “He has to. It’s a fire’s job to burn, and it’s your daddy’s job to put them out. It’s just as simple as that.”