The Firefighter to Heal Her Heart. Annie O'Neil

she spoke to her parents to let them know about her change of plans she watched as Jack expertly unclipped Liam’s travel seat, a single muscled arm smoothly moving him from car to truck before securing all of the appropriate buckles in his backseat with barely a flutter from her son’s sleeping lashes. She grabbed the enormous tote bag she’d hurriedly packed moments before they had left the house. It contained more of Liam’s things than her own. Looking after herself had come a distant second over the past two years and this morning had been no different.

      “You’re going to have to forgive the mess, I’m afraid.” Jack sent an apologetic glance toward the front cab of the truck. “Regulation dictates we keep it free of excess materials, but regulation doesn’t take into account a man’s hunger when on call twenty-four hours a day!”

      “Don’t worry about it.” Liesel found herself strangely relieved to see the jumble of empty soft-drink cans and tomato-ketchup packets lying about the cab. It took the superhero edge off, making him the tiniest bit more human.