The Firefighters of Station #8
A profession that has made him a confirmed bachelor - A teacher who spends her nights dreaming of Mr. Right. Passions soar and desires burn hot, yet each is afraid to surrender to love. The first book in the saga. 5 Men - 5 full length books. Together, the hero and heroine overcome their inner conflicts to achieve love completely unaware there is a more dangerous peril—one man’s revenge.
Cassie
lifted the phone and tapped in the number before she could change her mind. On
the first ring, she panicked. What would she say? What if she started crying?
What if he didn’t answer? What if he had another girl there? What if …
“Mike
here.”
Oh God.
Silence.
“Hello.”
His irritated voice came across the line. “If you’re there, you better speak.”
“Mike?”
Her voice cracked.
“Cassie?”
He sounded unsure.
“Yes,
it’s me.”
“Are
you okay?” His voice softened and filled with concern.
“Mike
…” Her voice broke. Oh hell. “I need
you.”
“I’m
on my way.”
No
words had ever given her more security. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask what
was wrong. He simply told her what she needed to hear.
I’m on my way.
A
man of fortitude, his words were spoken with grit, guaranteeing his strength
and protection. Giving her the assurance he was there for her. He was coming to
her.
She
stared at the phone in her hand. She should get up. She should get dressed. Her
limbs were too heavy. She had no energy, no will to move. Mike. She’d wait for Mike. Vague thoughts rolled around in her head
until abruptly, she heard a loud pounding on her front door.
“Cassie.
Are you in there? Open up?”
Jerked
out of her fog, she flinched at the racket.
“Cassie.
It’s Mike. Open up!”
Good
Lord, the neighbors. She jumped from the bed and nearly lost her towel.
Grabbing it with both hands, she ran down the hallway and stubbed her toe on a
corner table. She shrieked.
“Dammit,
Cassie. What’s going on in there?” He pounded harder.
Her
toe throbbed, tears threatened and she worried her neighbors would call the
cops. She half-stumbled, half-hopped to the door and threw it open.
If
she didn’t already know Mike, the ferocious scowl on his face would have scared
ten years off her life. With his arm in the air, he looked ready to break down
her apartment door. She reached, got a fist full of shirt and hauled his butt
inside. Which was no easy feat, since the man was rock solid. Refusing to stick
her head out to see if her neighbors lined the hall, she slammed the door.
“Cassie.
Are you alright?”
Mike’s
face softened, but his chest heaved like he’d just run a marathon.
“My
neighbors may call the cops. What were you thinking, pounding on my door like
that?”
His
brows drew together in a confused frown as his gaze slid slowly down and back
up her body. “I thought you were in trouble.”
Realizing
she stood practically naked with only a towel wrapped between them, she felt a
rush of heat. Instead of desire, she saw his concern. Then his words sank in.
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Did
something happen?” he asked in a gentle voice, resting his hands on her
shoulders.
“Yes.
No. Oh, damn.” Her head fell to the side, longing to melt into him.
“Cassie.
Look at me.”
She
took a deep breath, inhaling tangy soap and musk cologne. When she lifted her
gaze, pools of cobalt gleamed at her. She wanted to lose herself in their
brilliance. Maybe he didn’t offer his love, but something fierce shone in their
amazing depths. Caring, compassion, and desire … God, how she needed this man.
“Mike.
Make love to me.” The towel forgotten, she slowly raised her arms.
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