good
things
that
were
happening
to
her.
Everything
she’d
wanted
was
falling
in
place.
Tomorrow,
she
would
go
to
the
fertility
clinic
for
her
physical
and
then
she
would
wait
eagerly
for
the
day
when
she
would
be
inseminated.
Storm
was
not
the
most
important
thing
to
her—having
a
baby
was.
“Hey,
Captain,
you
got
a
minute?”
Storm
glanced
up
from
the
stack
of
papers
on
his
desk.
After
having
a
sleepless
night,
he
had
gotten
up
at
the
crack
of
dawn
to
come
into
the
station.
Most
of
his
men
hadn’t
arrived
yet.
Although
it
wasn’t
a
requirement,
he
was
one
of
those
captains
who
preferred
working
the
same
hours
as
the
firefighters
he
supervised.
“Sure,
Cobb,
come
on
in.
What
can
I
do
for
you?”
Darryl
Cobb
had
recently
become
a
father
again.
Four
months
ago,
his
wife
Haley
had
given
birth
to
their
third
child.
Darryl
was
a
few
years
younger
than
Storm
and
they
had
known
each
other
since
their
high
school
days.
He’d
also
known
Darryl’s
wife,
Haley,
from
high
school,
as
well,
and
remembered
Darryl
and
Haley
dating
even
back
then.
Evidently,
Haley
hadn’t
had
a
problem
recognizing
Darryl
as
her
Mr.
Right
since
the
two
of
them
had
been
married
for
over
ten
years
now
and
always
seemed
happy
together.
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