Heat (The Firefighters of Darling Bay Book 4) by Herron Rachael

Author:Herron, Rachael [Herron, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: love, danger, sweet, darling bay, fire man, hazmat, firefighter, vacation, romance, hot, safety, gambling, 911, explosion, fireman, musician, holistic, pacific, sexy, dispatcher, singer, judo, martial arts
Publisher: HGA Publishing
Published: 2014-07-17T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

She arrived in a dress. Standing at the cottage window Caz could see past the big house and down to the driveway. Hot damn if Bonnie Maddern didn’t ride up on her bicycle wearing a short red dress.

A lot of people, when they rode bikes, looked as if they were trying to reclaim their youth. Caz suspected he looked that way on his, just a guy trying to be a kid again. But in that red dress, Bonnie looked all woman as she rode up the driveway. He could see the muscles in her legs as she stepped off the bike, and he spent a split second lost in regret that she knew how to dismount without flipping up her skirt accidentally. She’d even worn low heels, some strappy black sandal things that looked sure to get caught in the spokes of a wheel but apparently hadn’t. From her rear pannier, she took out a bottle of wine. Wine. At the house. How long had it been since he’d allowed himself a glass when he was home? Being home was so much like being at work—being repeatedly torn from sleep to care for someone who needed his help—that he rarely had even a beer after coming in from the barn.

Empty handed except for the wine bottle, Bonnie approached the front door of the big house.

No. Not there! He’d forgotten to…Caz raced out the front of the cottage, waving a hand and calling to her. “Over here! Bonnie! Here!” Yeah, he sounded like a twelve-year-old with a crush on a girl on the playground. This was exactly why he didn’t ask women he dated to the ranch. He wouldn’t want a woman to meet his father—she’d be freaked out by the vacant stare, the noisy wheezing his father made, the line of drool that often hung to his father’s shirt.

Bonnie, though.

She was different.

Caz was by no means going to let himself think about what that actually meant. Neither was he going to let her go into the big house. His cottage was all she needed to see.

“Hi,” she said, thrusting the wine at him. “I brought you this.”

“Great,” he said. Awkwardly, he leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek, much like a cousin would do to another family member. Awesome. This was starting out with a bang. Unsexy cousin cheek kiss. Next he’d punch her in the shoulder and offer to let her hold a dead fish.

Bonnie, though, apparently heedless of his tension, walked into the cottage with a quick step—even in those complicated sandals—and didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness hanging between them like a pottery wind chime. She went straight to the living room’s glass windows and stared out. “You’re kidding me,” she said.

“What?” Caz looked out and saw what was always out there: the barn, the fields, a few horses, some sheep.

“You get to look at this? Every day?” When her gaze met his, her dark rosewood eyes were shining.

“Look at that,” she said. “It’s like something from a movie.

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