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him.
    “Who’s that cop, huh? I saw the way you guys gawked at each other, you acting like you were caught where you shouldn’t be. He your boyfriend? I know how you’ve got a thing for policemen.”
    “I said not now. Leave.”
    His words had been gritted out through his teeth, heat rising to his face in barely controlled fury. Walt’s own anger shone back at him, but he finally stomped off.
    Lee was right. What was I thinking?
    People moved hurriedly toward the propped open doors in a calm manner, and Trent was relieved that the evacuation was proceeding well. Both he and Shawn were mid-way through the dining room, herding more and more patrons out of the restaurant. A loud bang preceded a whoosh of flames. Smoke burst through the drapes as large tongues of fire rapidly consumed the velvet curtains. Screams rang out, tables and chairs toppled over and people pushed one another aside to scramble for the entrance. Trent attempted to calm those around him, but already the garish decorations around them were lit up by the searing blaze.
    It was time to leave.
    Trent caught sight of Shawn desperately trying to stem the panic. Instead, he was shoved against a wall by a group of men as they rushed past him. Shawn winced as if he was in pain. Already amped up from his altercation with Walt and the adrenaline of the situation, seeing Shawn get manhandled set something off in him. Without thinking, he rushed over.
    When he reached his side, he was aggravated to see Shawn rubbing his shoulder and grimacing as if he’d really been hurt. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Trent.
    “I think we’ve done as much as we can do. Let’s get you out of here.”
    Shawn frowned. “You mean, let’s both get out of here.”
    As if in confirmation, Trent coughed, smoke beginning to fill the room uncomfortably.
    “I need to verify that all the staff has vacated and that there aren’t any patrons in the restrooms.”
    “I’ve got this. I’m on duty, you’re not. Anyone still left behind would most likely listen to me since I’m in uniform.”
    Shawn choked out his last words, the smoke building at too rapid of a rate. Sirens sounded and Trent knew help had arrived. Shawn fell into a coughing fit and Trent made a split second decision. He grabbed hold of Shawn’s right wrist, yanked it up while ducking his head under Shawn’s arm. He pulled it back down then reached through Shawn’s legs, transferring the man’s wrist to his other hand. Tightening his hold, he hoisted Shawn up on his shoulder in a perfect fireman’s carry and rushed to the front, the doors finally clear.
    He’d expected a struggle, but he imagined he’d probably caught Shawn by surprise.
    Depositing him on the sidewalk away from the restaurant, he straightened up to see Shawn’s enraged glare. Lee trotted past them and punched Trent in the arm as he went by. He was already in complete gear with his mask and helmet, so was unable to deliver what would likely have been some sort of sarcastic remark.
    Trent cleared his throat, more confused by his own behavior than even Shawn probably was.
    “We should move back further.”
    Shawn still appeared to be seething. “As I was saying , I’m on duty. I got shit to do.”
    With that, he marched off, seeming to pointedly ignore the bemused looks and stares of his fellow officers there helping with crowd and traffic control. Trent couldn’t deny his own discomfort at what a display his actions had undoubtedly made, so he could only imagine how Shawn felt. The last thing he’d wanted to do was embarrass him, to do damage to his masculinity by inferring Shawn needed constant rescuing.
    Shit.
    A knee-jerk reaction. That was all it had been. However, Shawn was probably only focusing on the jerk part of it. He ducked his head, suddenly anxious to get away from the scene, away from any possible comments from anyone. There wasn’t anything he could do to help, and he’d likely only be in the way. It also appeared