Beautiful Burn (The Maddox Brothers, #4)(49)

I sat up. “What? Why?”

“After R & R, we’re going to Colorado Springs to join a crew to work on a fire down there.”

“You’re not?”

Tyler shook his head. “I’m waiting on the Aussies to get here, and then we’ll drive down. It’s better that Taylor goes first, anyway.”

“Why?”

He glanced over at me before looking down. “Taylor’s a better liar than I am.”

“The federal agent is going to be down there,” I said. It wasn’t a question; I knew the answer.

Taylor nodded. “I’m going to answer all his damn questions—again—and hopefully he’ll leave Tyler alone.”

“Because Tyler was the one who spoke to Travis.”

Tyler shifted. “Actually, it was Trent.”

I frowned. Without having met them, it was hard to keep the brothers straight. “Which one is he again?”

For some reason, that brought a smile to Tyler’s face. “Second youngest.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “The tattoo artist. It makes sense why you’re both covered.”

“We all are,” Taylor said. “Except Thomas. I have to get on the road. I’m going to try to get there first. Maybe get Trexler’s third degree out of the way before we go back to work.”

“Something seemed … off about him,” I said. “Watch yourself.”

Taylor winked at me. “I got this, Ellie. Don’t worry about me. Ever since I found out we were going to Colorado Springs … I dunno. I’ve had a good feeling about it.”

“You just like that damned cowboy bar down there,” Tyler said.

Taylor arched an eyebrow. “Colorado Springs has a considerably higher percentage of attractive women, and most of them hang out at that bar.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “They’re looking for fly boys. The Air Force base is there.”

“Yes, but it’s me we’re talking about,” Taylor said, pushing off from my armoire. He bent down to grab his duffel bag, and then slung the strap over his shoulder. “I’m out, dick head.”

Tyler stood up, hugging his brother. It wasn’t a side hug or a hand-shake-slash-shoulder-bump. Taylor and Tyler wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed. The customary hard slapping on the back followed, but they were a sweet sight.

Taylor’s keys jingled in his hand as he rounded the corner. The front door opened and slammed, and Tyler sighed.

“You’re going to miss him.”

He sat down on my bed again, leaning over and lacing his fingers together. “It’s kind of a * thing to say, but Taylor and I haven’t been apart a lot. It feels weird.”

“Understandable. The twin thing.”

“I’m just glad he’s not going to Australia with Jew.”

“Australia?”

“Yeah, we switch out. A couple of our guys go over there for a season to learn their way of doing things, and we get a couple of their guys to see how we do it.”

“So those are the Aussies we’re waiting on? Isn’t that going to mess with your groove or whatever to get two new guys?”

“The Aussies are machines. They always come here to work. We’re dragging ass to headquarters, and they’re antsy, wishing for the next call. What?”

“I don’t know … I feel irrationally betrayed.”

Tyler wrinkled his nose. “You feel what?”

“You should have told me. One minute I’m the big sister making grilled cheese, the next I’m left out of the loop.”

Tyler thought about that. “Wow, I’m sorry. You just fit in so well I forget you don’t already know this stuff.”

“I suppose I can forgive you.” I sat up, running my hand over my face. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“My mouth. It tastes like a trashcan.” I stood, opening the armoire to grab my toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste before rushing to the bathroom. After spitting the suds into the sink, I rinsed and grabbed a towel. My sinuses felt congested, so I grabbed a tissue.

“Oh my God!” I said again.

Tyler jogged across the barracks, stopping in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m dying,” I said, blowing my nose again. “My insides are rotting.”

“Black in the tissue?” Tyler asked.

I nodded.

He chuckled. “That’s normal. When fire season is over, you’ll still be doing that for weeks. It’s from the smoke and ash.”

“Isn’t that … I don’t know … unhealthy?”

Tyler made a face. “You smoke, Ellie.”

“So do you,” I snapped.

“But I’m not whining about the hazards of inhaling wood smoke. We’re sucking a lot worse every time we light up.”

“But I don’t blow charcoal out of my nose after I smoke.”

Tyler shrugged. “So wear a filter mask next time.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Good. Are we going into town or what?”

I shook my head and shifted, holding up one foot off the cold floor. “I can’t right now. I have to get my notes emailed to Jojo.”