He’s handsome and broody—the kind of quiet that makes you wonder what’s going on under the surface.
I’m the new rookie at the station—and the only woman firefighter in the history of Waterford Fire. Translation: every move I make is being measured, and quietly evaluated. No pressure. Not to mention the pranks these guys pull.
The only thing on my mind besides proving myself at work is a daughter who thinks baseball is a personality trait. Oh! And, my mom just decided she’s moving in with us.
Romance is not on the schedule. Neither are complications.
Am I distracted by Greyson’s quiet competence or the way he shows up when it matters? Nope.
I’m definitely not intrigued by the hints of softness beneath that military-grade self-control. And I am absolutely not interested in a man who keeps his past locked up tighter than a firehouse locker.
I have enough mysteries in my life. I don’t need one with broad shoulders, a turnout coat, and perceptive eyes that seem to look straight into my soul.
We both have baggage. Mine comes with a lunchbox and a bedtime routine.
But I’ve got a plan: keep my head down, do my job, protect my heart.
Check, check and … well, two out of three’s not bad.
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