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“Do I scare you?” Drake asked.
“A little,” Marly murmured. “But it’s nothing you did. It’s just … There’s a lot of stuff I’m working through,” she told him. “Sometimes it hits me harder than others.”
Drake knew all too well about painful memories creeping up at random times, cutting you off at the knees when you least expected it. But he’d learned to conquer those demons when they threatened him. He was stronger than he’d been a year ago, and he wanted to help Marly build on her strength.
“I’m a pretty good listener,” he said.
Drake stepped closer, fully aware that he was teetering on a thin line with her emotions. But that damn pull between them crackled in the air, making him want to hold her, to offer some sort of comfort.
“Sometimes it only looks like there’s no hope,” he told her. “Trust me.”
Damp eyes came up to meet his and the punch to the gut was swift and unexpected.
The St. Johns of Stonerock: Three rebellious brothers come home to stay.
The Fireman’s
Ready-Made
Family
Jules Bennett
Award-winning author JULES BENNETT is no stranger to romance—she met her husband when she was only fourteen. After dating through high school, the two married. He encouraged her to chase her dream of becoming an author. Jules has now published nearly thirty novels. She and her husband are living their own happily-ever-after while raising two girls. Jules loves to hear from readers through her website, julesbennett.com, her Facebook fan page or on Twitter.
I dedicate this book to all the real-life heroes who shine a light into someone’s darkened world.
May you ever be blessed.
Contents
The firefighter was back.
Once again dressed in his blue cargo pants and matching blue polo with the Stonerock, Tennessee, fire department’s seal embroidered on the left side of his chest...a chest that really maxed out the material of his shirt.
But muscles meant something entirely different now. A few years ago the well-sculpted body of a man would have had her appreciating the view. Unfortunately, her world had been vastly changed six months earlier, and now muscles, power and strength only reminded her of the scars she’d be wearing forever.
Pediatric nurse Marly Haskins moved farther into the private room of her six-year-old patient. The young boy had been badly burned in a house fire only a few days ago. The doctors were waiting to see how the wounds healed and pumping him full of antibiotics to ward off infection before discussing the use of skin grafts on his arm and torso.
Marly’s heart ached for the boy, who had started kindergarten with her daughter, Willow, just a few weeks ago. This little guy should be at school running around on the playground, not recovering from a fire that had claimed his home.
As Marly approached the side of the bed, the firefighter raised his gaze to her. Those piercing blue eyes shouldn’t make her belly do flips, but she couldn’t control her body’s reaction. Her mind, though... Her mind knew better than to be impressed by beauty, brawn and silent allure.
“Let me know if I’m in your way,” he told her as his eyes drifted back down to the sleeping boy. “I just wanted to see him before my shift.”
Other than family, no one had been by to see Jeremy. Marly had been told by Jeremy’s parents that the fire chief was a close friend of the family and he would be visiting often. Marly didn’t know his name, just that he was the chief—another man in a powerful position. A man whose physical appeal had her wishing she wasn’t so cynical and jaded. Would she always look at muscles and power as a bad thing?
“I’m just giving him another round of antibiotics,” she told him, hoping he didn’t want small talk and thankful that he stood on the other side of the bed.
Marly wiped the boy’s port with an alcohol pad and injected the medicine before slipping the needle into the biohazard bin on the wall.
Jeremy