I was convinced that I was cursed. Maybe I was wrong. I was probably wrong. That was ridiculous. There was no way in all of creation that curses actually existed. The whole world had taught me that. I knew better. I should have known better.

But when my house burnt down, that had to be the curse happening, right? The two handsome firefighters that saved me had to be just the hands of fate toying with me.

But maybe there was more to this fate thing than I had originally thought. Maybe I had passed the curse and would have a chance to live the life that I wanted to live. And maybe, just maybe, Justin and Trevor were the keys to that new life. I shuddered at the thought of settling down, but the curse was something that I could never tell anyone about, and these guys were something special. Maybe I should give it a shot. The worst that would happen would be that I died before