How to Tame a Wild Fireman: A Bachelor Firemen Novel by Bernard Jennifer

Author:Bernard, Jennifer [Bernard, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-09-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Patrick figured Vader needed some liquoring up before meeting the Goddesses, so they stopped in at the Love ’Em and Leave ’Em on their way back from the airport. They ordered beers and shots and tossed them back in quick order.

“How’s the station?”

Vader shrugged his huge shoulders. “Same old. Cap’s about to lose his mind. Melissa’s working on some story, but he wants her to stay home. The guys put together a petition to finish that swimming pool you started and he nearly threw us across the room.”

Patrick chuckled, a little embarrassed. It seemed about a million years ago that he’d commandeered the excavator.

“Sabina and Roman sent out their invites. Oh, here.”

He dug a crumpled piece of formerly nice paper out of his pocket. Patrick peered at it. It had a few random-looking ink smears on it and a red lifesaver stuck to the back.

“What did you do to it?”

“Nothing. Told her I’d hand-deliver it. It’s your invitation.”

So Sabina had decided he was worthy of attending her wedding. Or maybe Roman had made the final call. Whatever the truth, Patrick was ridiculously pleased. Not that he cared about weddings, but he’d been left out of a few Callahan extended family gatherings, and it hadn’t felt good. He examined the invitation, unable to find anything legible except the word “joined.”

Which, for some reason, made him think of Lara. They’d joined. Hell, they’d joined up a storm. He’d never known joining could be so earth-shattering. But he had a feeling it had been a one-way street in that respect. Lara hadn’t been earth-shattered. He’d satisfied her, but he hadn’t blown her mind. Instead she’d made that crack about what other girls said about him. It had left a bad taste.

Maybe he needed to try harder. He liked that idea. He’d take her from moaning to screaming. Satisfied to ecstatic.

“Earth to Psycho.” Vader was waving a hand in front of his face.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “A lot on my mind.”

“Chick shit?”

Patrick snorted. “Chick shit?” Where did Vader come up with this stuff?

“I know that look. Like you’re trying to figure out where you left your balls. I’ve been there. There right now, in fact.”

“Did Cherie dump you again?”

“Maybe. In girl code.”

“Girl code?”

“She needs space. There’s plenty of space between Cali and Nevada. You called at the right time, brother.”

A smooth, slightly accented voice slipped between them. “Are you two manly men actually brothers, or is that simply a bonding term?”

Annabella and Romaine stood behind them, both loaded down with bags from Olson’s Hardware. Vader’s jaw dropped at the sight of a sultry brunette and an ethereal blonde who might have stepped from the pages of Hippie Hustler.

“Hey there, fine ladies,” he said with a gallant bow of his head. He slid from his stool and gestured to it. “What’s mine is yours. Please seat your lovelinesses down.”

Patrick nearly burst out laughing. Vader loved women, all sorts of women, genuinely and sincerely, and you never knew what line he’d take.

“If what’s yours is mine, I wouldn’t mind a sip of that tequila.

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