He was perfect in every way.
Yes, he was attractive with a body she wanted to touch from top to bottom, but it was more than that. 
It was the way he looked at her. She knew she wanted more than just something physical. She wanted his heart too.
And for that, there was no replacement.
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Captain Felicity Turner was not only in charge of Station 23, but she was also the Chief's daughter. She had the ability to put out building fires but somehow couldn't extinguish the fire newbie Weston Brooks caused in her heart the moment he stepped into her station.  She had gotten good at keeping secrets. She just hoped she could keep one more.
The Night the Moon Fell is created by Tracy Altvater, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

The Night the Moon Fell

Felicity ripped the rose out of Weston's hand. She didn't mean to do it so harshly. It wasn't his fault Julian was dead but the anger building up inside her took over. Who would have this and place it by her truck? Why are they purposely hurting her?


She began to cry as she clung the dead flower to her chest. Her lungs felt heavy as she struggled to find breath.


"Felicity? Talk to me." But it was too late. Everything went dark. It felt too familiar. Just like the night she knew Julian was gone. It was being brought back to the surface by whoever found joy in her torment.


She woke up after what felt like an eternity. There was only one face she wanted to see, and it was the first to grace her sight.


"Hey," Weston said as he moved swiftly to be by her side. He grabbed her hand and brought it to her mouth. She tried to sit up as she looked around the room. "Don't worry we are alone."


Chapter 32: Dreams or Nightmares?