Kathleen Y'Barbo

Her Holiday Fireman


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      A Holiday He’d Never Forget

      From his first encounter with the feisty redhead, widower and fire marshal Ryan Owen knows he’s in trouble. He’s in Vine Beach to heal, not to find romance. As for Leah Berry, she’s come home strictly to lay claim to her family’s restaurant and fend off developers. Leah is infuriated when Ryan shuts down the restaurant on violations. Both are determined to have their way, even as something unexpected starts blossoming between them. They’ll need to learn the hardest thing about love and faith—letting go.

      “Get. Out. Of. Here,” Leah said through clenched jaws.

      The dog paused long enough to blink, then returned his attention to Baby, her oversize orange tabby, whose hissing and howling did nothing to help the situation. Leah waved her magazine at the dog, but the animal ignored her completely.

      A shrill whistle split the air. The dog froze and looked back toward the open door. Another whistle and he made a hasty exit.

      Leah stormed out in pursuit of whoever owned the disaster with paws only to slam into a wall of gray fabric.

      The collision knocked her backward, and she saw stars. A pair of strong arms caught and pulled her upright.

      “Did you hit your head?”

      “I’m fine,” she said, though her field of vision was limited to a gray Firemen’s Training School T-shirt. Moving her gaze higher, she recognized her rescuer as someone who looked very familiar.

      Ryan Owen.

       About the Author

      KATHLEEN Y’BARBO is a multipublished bestselling author of Christian fiction and nonfiction with over thirty books to her credit. She writes historical novels for Waterbrook Press and is the coauthor of two nonfiction books on divorce and empty nest syndrome. A tenth-generation Texan, she holds a marketing degree from Texas A&M University and a certificate in paralegal studies. Kathleen is the proud mother of a daughter and three grown sons.

      Her Holiday Fireman

      Kathleen Y’Barbo

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      As charcoal to embers and as wood to fire,

      so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife.

      —Proverbs 26:21

      “It’s just dinner.”

      —Robert Turner

      In memory of Ryan Euan,

      for a life well lived in a time far too short, and

      for those in whose hearts he will continue to live.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

       Teaser Chapter

      Chapter One

      “Leah, somebody needs to tell the guy at table seven that we closed twenty minutes ago. He just ordered another plate of fried shrimp then had the nerve to ask me to bring him a dessert menu.”

      Leah Berry looked up from the list she was making to see the young waitress scowling at the offending customer. Dark hair, muscles and a leave-me-alone expression marked him as a guy who wasn’t expecting company or, apparently, planning to leave, even though the sign on the door was clearly marked with the news that Pop’s Seafood Shack was only open for lunch on Wednesdays until 3:00 p.m. from the first of November through the end of the year. It was now 3:20 p.m.

      Much as Leah needed to get over to the stables and