Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Engine 33 respond to motor vehicle accident, nine-nine-one St. James. Closest box is St. James and Berkeley.”
My father took off, but Finn took a moment to gaze into my eyes and smile before turning to leave. Grabbing his arm, I quickly spoke to him in a hushed voice. “I’m so sorry I left like that.”
He winked and replied, “Make it up to me on Friday.”
I blushed as I stepped out of the way and watched Finn quickly pull on his gear. From growing up around firefighters, I knew how they always kept their gear a certain way. Some put their suspenders on one side of their boots, some inside them. For a moment, I wondered if Finn did anything like that. My father never cleaned his helmet, I remembered him telling my mother.
Finn jumped into the truck and took off. Even though it was a car accident, my heart was pounding.
Once the truck pulled all the way out of the building, I followed and watched while it took off toward its call. When I could no longer see it, I walked out to the street and hailed a cab. Once in, I gave the address to work and leaned back against the seat, taking in a deep breath.
My phone buzzed in my purse. Reaching in, I grabbed it. I couldn’t help the immediate grin that spread across my face when I saw his name.
Finn: Don’t worry about the other day. By the way, you looked beautiful today.
I sighed as I reread his text. Closing my eyes, I clutched the phone against my body. My father would never understand my feelings for Finn. The way he touches my body and I feel like I’m seeing the light for the first time—the life I’ve secretly wanted, but never had the courage to go after.
Finn Ward was my weakness.
A desire burning so deep inside of me it was hard to ignore.
He was the wrong I knew deep in my heart was my right.
Finn
She’s not a distraction
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep clearly wasn’t coming to me anytime soon. I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about Rory being at dinner with that asshole again or by her not texting me when she got home like she said she would.
Rolling over, I checked my phone again. This time, there was a message I had somehow missed.
With a wide grin, I opened it.
Rory: Home and exhausted and frustrated. Wish I could see you.
It was late, but I was responding back.
Me: I wish I could see you. Better yet, I wish I could hold you.
I was stunned when she replied.
Rory: How is Flash?
With a soft chuckle, I glanced down at the damn dog in my bed, snoring.
Me: At my feet. Damn thing won’t stop following me everywhere I go. He chewed up my shoe earlier. A station full of shoes and he finds mine to chew.
Rory: LOL! Means he loves you. How are Presley and Harmony doing?
Me: They’re great! Preston sent me a picture of them earlier. I’ll show you the next time I see you.
Rory: I can’t see now?
Me: Nope. I’m giving you something to look forward to.
Rory: Trust me…that is not what I’m looking forward to.
My dick jumped, and I sat up quickly. Taking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly before I typed my response.
Me: What are you looking forward to?
I was playing with fire, but goddamnit, I liked playing with it.
Rory: Your lips on mine. Your hands on my body. Being in your arms again.
She was going to kill me.
Me: When can I see you?
Rory: Is it wrong I want to say now?☹
Me: No, Éan, it’s not wrong at all.
The tone rang out for a fire—damn!—and I quickly typed a goodbye to her.
Me: Alarm. Have to run. Later, babe.
She instantly replied.
Rory: Stay safe, Finn. Please.
“Fire alarm, Engine 33 on site. Smoke coming from two-story brick,” I transmitted back to dispatch.
A car pulled up and I saw Captain Adams get out. He quickly called in as fire commander. A lady ran up to me, crying incoherently.
“Ma’am, I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
She started screaming and hitting me on the chest, then quickly turned and raced back into the building.
“Engine 33, resident ran back inside.”
Colton was next to me in less than two seconds as we took the fire hose and headed into the building.
This was my life. The rush I lived for. The one thing I needed.
My heart rate spiked like it always did and I hit my helmet three times. It was a habit I’d started with the very first fire I went into.
Heading in first, Colton motioned with his hand to move forward. The second I stepped into the building, Rory popped into my head, and I came to a stop. Frozen in my tracks.
Colton turned and hit me on the arm. “Dude, you all right?”