sent flowers before, mostly from my father, but thought had been put into this bouquet. The colors were straight from my room, the roses meaning more than just ‘thanks for last night.’ Maybe I was reading too far into it, but Tyler wasn’t one to make dishonest gestures.
I shook it off, focusing on Jojo’s request. I recounted my first day, the basics like the names of the tools, what they looked like, and the crew’s funny nicknames. They all respected one another, but, in my opinion, looked up to Tyler. He settled arguments, led them on the mountain, and they respected the decisions he made when Jubal wasn’t around to make them. I talked about fuel breaks and mineral soil and vegetation. Packs, supplies, flight weight, and ten codes. I included my limited knowledge on slutter, fire towers, coordinates, and weather. Then I added stories like the one about the best helo pilot Tyler had ever worked with—an Aussie redhead named Holly who could back in her Huey and swing it around at the last minute to get them on the side of the mountain so they didn’t have to hike so far in—and the time Tyler ate a fat, juicy grub worm for two hundred dollars.
Two hours had passed without me realizing, and Jojo knocked on the doorjamb before walking in. She moseyed across my office to her father’s door. She knocked on it twice and then took a step back.
Wick walked out, his cheeks red and his eyes bright. Jojo stood next to my desk, crossing her arms.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Daddy and I have been in awe over your pictures, Ellie. You’ve sent us some amazing stuff. You went out in the field and camped in freezing temps with those heathens for nights on end. You were born for this.”
“For what?”
“To be a field photographer,” Wick said.
“A what?” I asked, feeling uneasy.
“Daddy is going to hire another assistant.”
“What?” I said, panicking.
Jojo touched my arm. “It’s okay. Your new job with the magazine will pay more.”
“More?”
Her eyes widened. “A lot more. Daddy wants this to be an ongoing feature for the magazine. He wants you to follow the Alpine Hotshots through fire season.”
“But if you hire someone else, then what?”
Jojo rolled her eyes. “Who are we kidding? Daddy isn’t going to find anyone. I’ve been doing it for this long. I can wait until fire season is over. You have to do this, Ellie. It’s going to be amazing.”
“I … don’t know what to say,” I said, both unsettled and flattered.
“Say bye,” Wick said. “I want you back out there starting today. We’ll need a continuing story for next month. We’ve already cleared it with the superintendent. Pack your bags. You’ll be bunking at the Alpine’s dormitory until October.”
“Oh, thank God,” I said, closing my eyes.
I could practically hear Jojo smiling. She had no idea I was going to be kicked out of my parents’ home next month. I had barely saved enough for my cell phone bill, much less a deposit and first month’s rent, even on houses or apartments up to half an hour outside of town. Shadowing the hotshots until October gave me six to seven more months to figure out living arrangements. Even if I was sleeping in a truck or tent most of the time, it was preferable to moving into a shelter.
“We knew you’d be happy! I told you she’d be happy, Daddy.”
“Am I done?” Wick said.
Jojo sighed. “You’re done. Go back to resting your feet on your desk.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Tyler.
Did you hear the news?
Just now. I’m your official babysitter. Pretty pumped.
Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful. ☺
It took a while for Tyler to respond.
I didn’t send you flowers. I can’t decide if I feel like a dick or if I want to kill whoever sent them.
You didn’t send the flowers?
No. There’s no card?
No.
I wanna know who sent them.
Me, too.
Not for the same reason.
… which is?
I’m having violent thoughts. All I can say.
Quit.
I have a bad temper in general. Sending my gf flowers is not a good idea.
… I am not your gf.
Yet. You’re not my gf yet.
I set my phone to silent and put it in my drawer, shaking my head, a dozen conflicting emotions swirling in my head and heart, including curiosity about the flowers. Who else would send them but Tyler?
“Ellie?” Jojo’s voice came over the speaker, and I jumped. “You’ve got a call on line one.”
“Is it a guy?”
“Yes.”
“Is his name Sterling?”
“No.”
I pressed