by Kacey Shea
“How about I do you one better? Let’s walk together?” He pushes my cart out of the aisle and I follow, my steps quick to catch up to his long strides. He winks and nods toward the destination. “Anything to help a woman in distress.”
“I was not in distress. Maybe a little confused. But it’s understandable. I’ve never heard of half of these items.” I wave my list as we arrive at all the spreads. I pluck the cheapest jar from the shelf and add it to my cart. Which he’s still holding tight. Almost as if he’s keeping it hostage.
“New recipe?” He nods to my hand and the list clenched between my fingers.
“New plan. I’m going clean.”
“Pity. I like dirty.”
My eyes snap to his. “Pardon?”
He chuckles. Three other firefighters round the corner with two carts piled high. It’s a sight to behold. They all wear matching navy pants with their County Fire T-shirts tucked into trim waists. Black heavy boots. But it’s the ball caps that complete the look. Give them an aura of mystery, even. Like, even if they aren’t perfectly attractive, they appear so from afar because of the coordinated outfits.
“What’s up, boss? You ready to head out?” Mustache says to Chase.
It’s then I notice their carts. Holy crap—
“How much do you guys eat?” My mouth waters at the piles of packaged bacon, bags of potatoes, and carton upon carton of eggs. Damn. My eyes flick to my healthy eating cart and its sad state in comparison.
“We’re having a community cookout— “He glances down at his watch and his eyes widen. “In an hour.” He releases my cart and glides it back into my hands. “Sorry, Callie, we’ve got to run. You should come by. We’ll be serving breakfast and collecting donations until ten. Bring food for a local shelter and get a hot meal.” He walks backwards, following his crew toward the checkout.
Firemen serving breakfast. Where’s the list? Sign me up.
“Sure. Yeah. Maybe I’ll stop by.” Much better. Even my face hides the merriment bouncing around inside.
“Won’t be clean, though.” His brows waggle and I can’t fight the grin that pulls at my lips.
“That’s okay. I like it dirty, too!” I shout. Facepalm. I don’t, but I want to. I’m tempted to hide my face but his eyes widen slightly and the way they heat from under the bill of his hat catches my breath. The grin that spreads across his features next could be classified as shit eating. He turns and strides out of view.
“Nice, Callie,” I mutter to myself, then snatch my cell from my back pocket and shoot a group text to Alicia and Jill.
Me: Emergency! Hot guys. Bacon. Eggs. Potatoes. My house, 1 hour!
Jill: This qualifies as an emergency how?
Me: Firemen. The firemen are making us breakfast!
Alicia: Wow! Fast much? U already hook up with 1?
Alicia: Save 1 for me! I want my own!
Me: No. They’re doing some fundraiser for the needy. The community needs us!
Jill: I’m a maybe. I have shit to do.
Alicia: Let me finish cleaning my apartment.
Me: No bailing or lame excuses! You have to come. I need you.
I lock my screen and pocket my phone. Excitement bubbles in my belly. It rumbles. Okay, so maybe it’s mostly hunger. I glance down at my half-filled cart. Crap. My list still has a few items unchecked. I better finish soon if I want to get to that breakfast. My morning plan to food prep for the week is abandoned a little too easily at the thought of overindulging in carbs, fat, and firemen.
Caught in the Flames is available for purchase HERE.
Also by Kacey Shea
Standalone
My Undead Heart
Firefighters
Caught in the Flames
Caught in the Lies
Rock Stars
Detour
Derailed
Hinder
Remastered
Uncovering Love Series
Uncovering Love
Uncovering Desire
Uncovering Hope
Uncovering Love: The Wedding
About the Author
Kacey Shea is pen name to a mom of three, wife, and USA Today bestselling author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.
When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.
She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.
Kacey one day aspires be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.
Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!
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