Chapter 42

“There’s a good water line set up.” They stared at the display across the street, side by side, untouching, though Sullivan felt him more acutely than he could the fire. “There’s no telling whether the structural integrity will hold until they get it completely out, though.”

“But Belle’s house is safe.”

Rafe glanced up at him with a frown. “Yours is gone, though.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m more worried about Belle.” She was a pale shadow against the more vivid flames, directing everyone to various jobs. “Is there some kind of construction team around here? I’d like to get started on rebuilding as soon as we can.”

“The community will come together.”

Like they were now. And Sullivan was again on the outside.

It didn’t escape his notice that Rafe was, too, if he was being literal about it.