At the time it seemed like a great idea, bring groceries into the office and make his meals at work instead of eating out or reheating them in the microwave. It’d be a lot healthier and save him money, so really that was a win-win. Except while waiting for the small pot of pasta to do its thing James had a sudden moment of insight on a case he was working on and left the little kitchen to chase down this idea.
And completely forgot he had been making lunch. At least until the fire alarm was going off and the wolf could smell the smoke wafting in from the kitchenette. “Oh fuck,” he swore, rushing to grab the office fire extinguisher.
The fire was pretty small at least, and was easy enough to put out. But it had done a number on the wall behind the small stovetop, and the entire office was laden with thick smoke. Coughing, James went around opening every single door and window, not looking forward to explaining this one to Eli.
Pulling open the last window, the wolf groaned and thudded his forehead against the sill when he heard the sirens approaching. “Son of a bitch.” Grabbing the rag he’d been using to try airing out the building, James wiped off his face and went out the front door to wait for the incoming firefighters.
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