Burning Ember (Ember Lake Book 1)

by Sara Arden

  A man that handsome shouldn’t smell like cupcakes. Definitely a deal with the devil, she decided.

  His hand rested on the small of her back.

  “You can tell me.”

  Maybe she shouldn’t have confided in him, he was Ben’s best friend, but the words came tumbling out anyway. She’d choked them back for too long. “Every second he spent with me was time stolen from the love of his life. The job. He was married to it, not to me. And like most men who cheat, he chose his wife over his lover.” She knew she sounded petulant. Selfish. Livie was just still so damn mad.

  She was angry he’d left her. Angry he’d told her he loved her. Angry she’d built her life around a lie. Because while Ben had loved Livie as much as he could love any person, he loved the job more.

  “He’d be here if he could, Liv.”

  “I begged him to call off that day. We were talking about starting a family. Trying to have a baby.” She’d never told him that before. She’d never told anyone that.

  His arms felt so good. He felt good. His solid presence. Livie thought again about how much she’d come to depend on him.

  Which was why she had to stop.

  She needed to sell the bar and move as far away from him as she could get. He and Ben were cut from the same cloth. There would never be any love higher than the job for Royce Cole. It was in his blood. Hell, even his mother had been a firefighter.

  “Tell me what you need, Liv. I’ll give it to you.” There was a plea in his voice. She knew above all things, Royce Cole was a fixer. If you had a problem, he would try to find a solution. Even if there was no solution.

  What she needed? She didn’t know.

  What she wanted? For him to push her up against the wall and kiss her until she couldn’t think straight, and then make love to her all night so she could remember what it felt like to be touched. To be a desirable woman.

  To be something besides Ben Dodd’s sad widow.

  She wondered if part of her new obsession with Royce Cole was because she knew if they crossed that line, that she wouldn’t let herself think about him anymore. She’d cut him out of her life like a cancer. She’d have to. It’d be the only way she’d survive.

  Livie would never let herself love another hero.

  She knew the world needed them, but the only thing heroes seemed to be good for was dying. Livie didn’t want to share the next person she loved with the world. She didn’t want that person to put everyone else’s life before her happiness. She knew it was small and petty, but she’d made her sacrifice and she couldn’t do it again.

  She wouldn’t.

  Losing Ben had broken her and she’d only just managed to paste the pieces of herself back together.

  His strong hand stroked up and down her back slowly and she told herself to pull away. Sirens blared in her head warning her of the dangers in this embrace, but she hadn’t been touched in so long.

  Hadn’t felt like she could set down her burden and rest.

  Royce offered her that peace and strength. She needed that most of all. So for a single moment, she let herself be weak. She let herself breathe in the scent of cupcakes and exhale all the bitter rage, all the sadness, and all the fear.

  Emotion overwhelmed her and tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn’t cry. She’d done enough crying to last a lifetime.

  She kept waiting for him to make a joke, say something to break this thing building between them. That’s what he did. He always had a laugh whenever things got too serious. Even the day Ben died, and she’d sobbed in his arms, he’d had her laughing before he’d put her to bed with a cold compress on her eyes and a valium.

  But he didn’t.

  He stood there, hard and immovable stone. Her rock. Being exactly what she needed. That was why it was so easy to love the heroes. So easy to fall, because they were quick to pick up your burdens, quick to put themselves to between you and the slings and arrows of the world.

  Livie sighed. “I’m sorry.” She knew she’d never offered him the kind of comfort he’d offered her. He’d been Ben’s best friend. Had loved him long before either one of them had ever met Livie.

  “For what, sweetheart?”

  The endearment, innocent as it was, shouldn’t have made her shiver with a secret desire, but it did.

  “You’ve been so good to me. I don’t feel I’ve returned the favor.”

  He squeezed her tighter and lifted her off her feet. “All I need is for you to let me help you.” Royce set her back on her feet. “That’s how I honor my friend’s life.”

  “Would you hate me if I sold the bar?”

  “Of course not. I love this place, but only because of the people who were here. I’d buy it from you, if you were selling. Or I’d try.”

  He rubbed her back some more and she didn’t want to let go, but she knew she had to. It was like this was a metaphor for her whole life. She couldn’t keep expecting Royce to hold her up. She had to stand on her own, no matter how cold and lonely that might be.

  Otherwise, nothing would ever change.

  “Thank you.” The words didn’t seem like enough to encompass everything she felt.

  “Always, Liv.”

  She still couldn’t make herself let go and he didn’t seem inclined to make her either.

  “I guess we can’t stand here all day,” she murmured.

  “Who says?”

  She laughed. He always made her laugh. Livie looked up at him. God, he was gorgeous. She felt guilty for perving on him. Her feelings were so twisted up. “Me. I’ve got to get the orders in for the week.”

  His arms slid away and for a moment, she considered diving back into his embrace and hiding there forever. She knew he’d let her.

  Livie had to cut the tension that thickened the air between them and she made a big show of sniffing him again.

  “Are you smelling me?”

  “Yep. You smell like your mom’s cupcakes.”

  She expected him to laugh, or to tease her, but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed her again, like she was nothing but a little doll and buried his face in her neck.

  Her body reacted, every nerve receptor on fire with desire.

  “Fair is fair.”

  “What?”

  “You smell like cinnamon.”

  “I broke a bottle of Fireball in the storeroom last week,” she whispered. “It’s on my shoes.”

  “Hmm. No, I don’t think it’s your shoes.”

  His cheek brushed hers and she couldn’t help but think how intimate all of this was.

  “I’ll trade you a shot of Fireball for a cupcake,” Livie offered, hating how high-pitched her voice sounded.

  “I don’t have any. I ate them all.” He put her down.

  You didn’t save me one?” She slapped at his shoulder. “You don’t love me at all.”

  Oh, damn. Why had she said that? She’d only been teasing, but she didn’t want to talk about love and Royce Cole.

  “There’s love, Livie. And there’s my mother’s cupcakes.”

  He still had his hands on her. She couldn’t seem to stop touching him and he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.

  Was he having the same thoughts about her?

  Another wave of desire hit her hard and fast and she pushed it away, locked it down with all the other things she had to hide from.

  The sound of the front door opening caused them to jerk apart like they’d both been burned.

  Or they’d been doing something illicit.

  “I’m so glad you’re here!” Erin Sterling, writer for the Ember Lake Times, and organizer of all things Lucky Seven Calendar said.

  Noah Finnegan, firefighter and ladies’ man extraordinaire, was right behind her. “I told you she would be.”

  “Do you have a minute?” Erin asked.

  She didn’t, not really, but talking with Erin provided a much needed escape. “Sure. What’s up?” She walked over to the bar. “Want a drink?”

  “Ginger whiskey, lime and bit
ters? I know the ginger whiskey is pretty obscure.”

  “Oh, so you don’t want ginger ale and whiskey but ginger whiskey? Gotcha.” Ben had always kept the ginger whiskey in stock because it was Livie’s favorite, too. “I keep it on hand.”

  “I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask before now.”

  “Well, most of the people who drink here are all about the beer. So I can understand why it wouldn’t occur to you to ask. But if there’s anything you’d like us to keep on hand, we can order it.” Livie shrugged. She was more than happy to special order spirits because it was easy to store and even if only that one person ever drank it, it was worth it to keep the patronage.

  “One of the better perks of small town life.” Erin grinned.

  Livie poured the whiskey, topped it off with bitters and the dash of lime. “Anything else, guys?”

  “Water?” Noah asked. “I’m playing chauffeur.”

  “You got it.”

  Royce pulled out a chair for Erin and after she sat down, she paused. “Okay, is it just me or do I smell cupcakes?”

  Livie grinned. “You smell cupcakes. Red velvet ones.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah. That’s actually Royce.”

  Erin arched a brow. “Listen, I don’t think you know the danger you’re in. I’m a fat girl who loves cupcakes. You’re about to get yourself in trouble.”

  Royce laughed and turned her words back on her. “Oh really? Maybe I want to be in trouble.”

  “You think I’m kidding.”

  “So, wait. All I have to do is smell like cupcakes?” Noah interjected. “Royce, man. Gimme.”

  Erin blushed and was suddenly very busy with something in her bag.

  Livie felt guilty for the momentary flash of jealousy that had sparked at Royce’s words. Royce was a flirt. He flirted with everyone. She had to remind herself of that when he was flirting with her.

  Erin wasn’t even interested in Royce. It was obvious that she was very interested in Noah, though. And who wouldn’t be?

  “I ate them all.” Royce patted his flat stomach.

  “Dick,” Noah muttered.

  “It should be a crime for either of you to smell like cupcakes. You’re already too hot for your own good,” Livie said.

  Erin nodded in agreement.

  Noah perked. “She said I’m hot.”

  Royce shrugged. “I’m hotter because I smell like cupcakes.”

  “My abs are better.” Noah pulled up his shirt to give everyone a peak at his muscles.

  Royce rolled his eyes. “We can let the ladies judge.” He pulled up his own shirt. “Whose are better?”

  The part of Livie that had been quiet for so long spoke up in the back of her head. It told her to reach out and touch them. They wanted her to judge after all. Had been invited.

  She decided that part of her needed to stay silent. She didn’t need to be thinking these thoughts.

  Erin eyed Noah slyly. “I don’t know…”

  Noah grabbed her hand and put it on his abs. “Yes, you do. Me. I win.”

  “Yeah, but I smell like cupcakes. Hey, you could eat them off my abs on my calendar shoot.” He waggled his brows.

  “Uh, no.”

  “That would actually be pretty hot.” Noah grinned, his hand still on Erin’s, until she snatched it away.

  Livie decided to take pity on her. “So what did you need?”

  Noah wasn’t about to let it go. “We need a winner for Mr. Abs, first.”

  “It’s a tie,” Livie said. “Next.”

  “You’re no fun,” Noah sighed.

  “I know. I’m all business.” She grinned.

  Erin straightened. “I was actually wondering if we’d be able to do this year’s shoot for the calendar here? Last year, we did the firehouse, but it was really an issue because if the guys had to respond…”

  “Yeah, of course. They spend so much time here anyway. It might actually be a good draw for the bar.”

  “It would. I’ll be sure to make mention. Also, we’re looking at doing a bachelor auction this year as well. What would you think about hosting it?”

  “Of course. We’d love to.” We? Did she have a mouse in her pocket? There was no we. There was only her.

  Royce grinned. “I fully expect you to bid on me.”

  Her cheeks heated. It had been on the tip of her tongue to ask what she was going to do with him if she won, but she was afraid he’d tell her. “Not a chance. I’m going to buy Noah.”

  “I don’t know why I still hang around with you, you’re awful for my ego,” Royce teased.

  Erin grinned. “Someone has to be.”

  “Yeah, but she’s made it her life’s work. You know I asked her out before Ben did? Shot me down cold.”

  “Oh really?” Noah turned to look at Livie. “Do tell.” He put his chin in bowl of his hands. “Inquiring minds and all that.”

  Livie felt all eyes on her and it made her itch. “There’s nothing to tell. Not really. I was tutoring him in calculus. He asked me to Royalty and I said no.” She shrugged it off.

  “Why?” Erin said. “I mean… was he an ass or something?”

  She’d never had to explain it before and she didn’t really want to start, but with everyone watching her, including Royce, she knew she wasn’t going to get out of it. “Come on. He was basically King of Ember High. You know, popular. Student council president, played football, basketball, and wrestled… I was… me. I was quiet. Shy. More interested in chess club than anything else. Boys like Royce did not go out with girls like me.”

  “You said yes to Ben. He was on the wrestling team and Royce’s best friend,” Erin said.

  “Yeah, well. Ben was in chess club, too.” She shrugged.

  “Oh, so all I had to do was join chess club, too? Now you tell me,” Royce sighed.

  Her cheeks heated. Royce had really been interested in her? “I didn’t need a date as thanks for getting you through calculus.”

  Royce grinned. “Oh, sweetheart. I thought you knew.”

  “Knew what?”

  “I was almost Valedictorian. I didn’t really need a calc tutor. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

  She coughed. “What?”

  “You can make it up to me, though. Grammie wants you to come to dinner.”

  “That’s a yes,” Noah answered for her.

  “You can come too, actually. Grammie Rose heard the fuss you made about her fried chicken and she said to invite you,” Royce offered.

  “Yeah, next time you can lead with that,” Noah replied.

  “You too, Erin. Sunday dinner at my grandmother’s?”

  “I wish I could. I’ll be in New York all weekend ironing out details for Ember Harbor.” Erin frowned.

  “I could be persuaded to save you a piece. Just one, though.” Noah held up his finger to reiterate.

  Erin laughed. “I doubt you’ll save it for me. You’ll mean to, but you won’t be able to help yourself.”

  “You’re right,” Noah admitted.

  “So, you’re coming, right?” Royce asked her.

  Part of her wanted to say yes, but the sensible, logical side said no. Nothing good could come from Sunday dinner with Grammie. It would be the beginning of the end for her.

  Only, she’d been so alone and the idea of a meal around a big table with the Coles sounded like just the balm for all her wounds.

  “Yes, I’ll come.”

  “Fair warning, though. My grandmother is a bit of a matchmaker. Just nod and smile, and let her feed you chicken.”

  “As if your grandmother would try to set you up with a grumpy old widow.” She snorted. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

  “I’d go out with Royce for that woman’s pie and fried chicken,” Noah offered.

  Royce narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell her that. She’ll have us getting married by Christmas and my mother will have us signed up with a service to match us with a surrogate or an adoption agency by Easter.” />
  Everyone laughed, but Livie’s insides twisted on themselves. She realized that she’d been playing at a relationship with Royce with the way she’d come to depend on him.

  With the feelings she had for him.

  This invitation to his grandmother’s house shouldn’t have caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach. He was only her friend.

  That’s all either one of them could allow this to be.