"That man is not a good match for you," Tiernan said as he moved smoothly through the wicked web that was also known as the streets of San Francisco.

"We're not talking about Brendan," I said impatiently. "Or my job requirement of marrying another extinguisher."

"It's a job requirement?" He looked at me aghast.

"Pretty much." I closed my eyes and rubbed at my forehead. "But, as I said, we're not discussing it."

"Fine, we'll discuss how I'm going to be ...