C76 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