Chapter 79 Fired Up (1)

• “You found our private channel.” Her hotshot’s rough, smoky voice flooded the airwaves and the small lookout cabin. Too big for the 14×14 space, his sinful Cajun accent had Hannah imagining long bayou nights.
• “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Her fingers slipped from the dial.
• “That’s good.” His familiar, low rumble reached her clearly despite the fifty-odd miles between them. “I’d hate to think I was the only one countin’ down the hours.”