I've always had a healthy obsession with fire. We have mutual respect for one another, our own love language. It's helped me immensely in my work as Fire Marshal of Paradise, NV. The only fire that's ever burned me has come from the female variety. I have a type, wild, spirited, and aggressive. Redheads are my weakness, drawing me in like a moth. A chance meeting brought me to my current obsession, and after spending the best night of my life with her, she disappeared until a few weeks ago. We keep meeting at the wrong damn times, life always keeping her just out of reach. Until I see her fleeing the scene of my latest arson case. Now, it's my mission to find her and figure out if she's the one I've been hunting all along. My life can't be that cruel, could it?