Ham could smell a quiet night coming. He could always tell when things were dead. It could be days or weeks with nothing to do but wash the truck and polish the pole. Then they’d have a hell week of fires and accidents followed by teens with fireworks. The life wasn’t for everyone. Ham wandered over to Shane and Bruce. They were checking the truck for supplies. The standard check had already been done, but they were bored. “This rain could go on for days,” Ham said casually. “Lolly is restocking her ambulance.” Bruce climbed down and stood next to Ham. “I didn’t ask.” Ham shrugged. Shane joined them. “Sure. You came over here to make small talk.” “I’m that obvious?” Ham leaned on the truck. “You’ve been waiting for this for awhile. Don’t fight it.” Bruce punched his shoulder. “We’re with you.” Shane leaned on Bruce playfully. Ham sighed. “I don’t want to scare her off. Alex was so definite about her plans. And she’s not some wild sorority girl out to bag as many guys as she can.”