Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Local hero, firefighter, loner, and now grumpy landlord.
She wasn’t what he expected.
His new tenant is a walking disaster wrapped in sunshine, breaking every rule he sets and driving him insane.
Controlling her? Impossible.
Ignoring her? Even harder.
And he’s not sure he can stop it.
She’s under his skin, melting his frozen walls, and making him question everything—including his stubborn heart.
Casey Lawson
Roamer, IT specialist, current tenant, and golden ray of trouble.
Her new landlord is a thorn in her side with his never-ending house rules.
He’s always there when things go wrong—rescuing her with his strong arms and that sexy, smug smile. Breaking down her defenses, one gesture, one growl at a time.
They love to argue, but the chemistry between them is undeniable.
And when they give in, it’s explosive.
Can they escape the fire without getting burned?
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Chapter One
JESSE
My phone rang a couple of blocks from my house, and I answered, curious as to why the station was calling me. I had left the building only ten minutes prior and waved to Martha as I did.
Covington had one fire station and one police station, and we shared the space with the paramedics as well. My shift as a firefighter had ended at two, and I was headed home for a few days off. I was tired, sore, and ready for the break. I planned on a shower, a cold beer, and twelve hours of sleep.
And aside from a few groceries, my days off would be a replica of that plan.
“Martha,” I greeted her. “What’s up?”
“Jesse,” she replied. “Lila just called to say she saw some unknown vehicle parked at your place. And a strange woman poking around. Want me to send a car over?”
I withheld my groan. Lila was always seeing something in the neighborhood to report.
“A strange woman?” I repeated. “What sort of strange woman? Like a clown?”
“I didn’t ask her, you little shit,” she snorted. “Lila is a little strange herself, so God only knows.”
I chuckled. “Probably someone selling something. I’m almost home. If I need a car, I’ll call.”
“I could get Henry to swing by. I’d hate to have your grumpy face messed up by a criminal.”
“If they’re parked at the house and wandering around, I doubt they’re much of a criminal. Maybe the woman has the wrong address. I’ll check it out.”
I hung up, cursing. All I wanted was some peace and quiet. I hoped whoever it was realized they had the wrong place and had left when I got home.
No such luck.
As I approached the house, I frowned. There was an old white SUV parked in the driveway, some boxes in the back. I parked on my side of the driveway, glancing at the porch. The door was locked, and everything seemed fine.
I walked around the side of the house, stopping in surprise at the sight greeting me. The weather-worn ladder I kept by the shed lay on its side, obviously having fallen over by the kitchen window. And it was—occupied.
A pair of short but shapely legs that were definitely female hung out of the lower half of the window. She had a pair of Doc Martens on her feet. The top half of the window rested just above the perky, round ass of the woman currently filling the space.
Not at all what I expected.
I could hear her curses. The mutterings were loud enough for me to know it was a feminine voice but not make out the words, aside from the louder-sounding curses.
Who the hell was she?
And why was she attempting to break in to my house?
Suddenly, her legs began to kick, and I could see she was trying to use her body to lift the weight of the window pinning her into place.
And failing.
The windows were old and heavy. If the top casement had fallen on her, not only did it have to hurt, she was going to have a difficult time getting free with that curved ass.
Not that I’d noticed it.
I walked to the back door, using my key to open it. Inside, I was met with another amusing sight. The stranger dangled from the window, caught figuratively between a rock and a hard place. Or in this case, literally between the window and the floor. Long, dark hair swept the tile. Her arms didn’t. They were flailing, trying to find purchase somewhere. Anywhere. But with the kitchen half gutted, there was nowhere to grab. The window had her pinned. She didn’t have the strength to pull herself up and get free, and she was wedged too tightly to slide down. Another interesting fact was the black T-shirt lying crumpled on the floor. The deep blue of her camisole set off her skin, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, indicating how hard she was struggling. She kept trying to tug it over her exposed skin, but it was impossible to do so and try to use her arms to get free. It was a losing battle on both fronts.