Name: Kayla Brooke
Age: 30 years old
Description: Kayla is tall with a wiry, muscular build. She has dark blond hair and brown eyes.
Short Bio: Kayla is the oldest child of Zachary and Angela Brooke. Her younger brother, Jeremiah, was born about ten years after her. She spent almost as much time with her Uncle James growing up as she did her own father. And she looked up to both of them.
She always wanted to follow in their footsteps. Her father wanted her to give college a try before joining the fire service. She gave college two years. She met Reese Davis while there. They stayed together even after she joined the fire department, but he never completely supported her career choice.
Then, her best friend, Whitney, and her son died in a house fire. Whitney’s husband was one of Reese’s friends, and he hadn’t been able to get there until the fire was out. Kayla saw a few cracks in him after that, but since Reese broke off their engagement at the funeral, when she refused to leave the fire service, she didn’t see much of him to know if those cracks had healed.
A few years later, Kayla responds with her rescue squad to several disturbing fires. A young detective, Adrian Riley, is brought in on them, too, and things heat up between them even as she helps him and his uncle figure out who is setting these fires. Kayla almost loses her life in pursuit of this, but she also finds a heated love with Adrian(That’s Flames of Redemption boiled down to its base).
James looked up at the knock on his door and smiled at the young woman who stepped through it. “Morning, Kayla. You’re here a little early.”
She smiled, but she looked tired. “You’re one to talk, Uncle James. You’re always here early.”
“I am the boss.”
“Right. Chief Investigator Brooke.”
He laughed. “What do you want, Probationary Fire Investigator Brooke?”
She moved over to the desk and sank into the chair across from him. “Did you have trouble adjusting? When you first started investigating fires instead of fighting them? Did you miss it?”
“I didn’t, no.” He steepled his fingers together and looked more closely at her. He could see the smudges under her eyes, the paleness in her face. “You haven’t been sleeping.”
“I can’t adjust. I’m not used to sleeping without having to worry about the tones going off, or the other men coming and going. Just Adrian and Oscar. I don’t know how you did it. Maybe I wasn’t ready.”
“You’re beyond ready to be doing this. You know that.” He sighed. “It was different for me. After Sarah and Kieran died, I didn’t have the heart for fighting fires,” he admitted. “It was a job for me then, not a passion like it’s always been for you and your father. It didn’t give me that thrill to run into a burning building. You still have that. It doesn’t mean you weren’t meant to do this job too.”
“That’s what Adrian said too. You sure you two aren’t related?”
James laughed. “Pretty sure. Were you two fighting about this?”
“We were discussing it.” She rubbed a hand over her mouth. “In very loud voices.”
James laughed again. “I swear you two would argue about the color of the sky.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Have you been eavesdropping on our breakfast conversation?”